The rain lashed out
The wind cried
And inside the church was I
I knew that the sky was mourning
That you are not alive

The songs we sang
The words spoken
The hugs, all passed in a blur
And I stood there remembering
Playing with you when I was a little girl

I glanced up at the stained glass window
When my head should've been bowed in prayer
And Jesus stood smiling in the light
Even though it was raining out there

I hugged your brother as I left
And there were words I could not speak
I think he knew that I wanted to tell him
That my brother's funeral was there, too.
I wanted to tell him
I knew
I know
that brothers shouldn't die
But I couldn't
choke the words
out.