The Funeral of Daniel Adams
We gather today,
Under granite sky,
To mourn and pray,
To celebrate and cry,
Daniel was a haunted soul,
Who loved his friends and kin,
Weight of the worlds toll,
Who bottled it all within,
An keen eye for art,
For beauty, music and life,
A large, giving heart,
Watercolored with strife,
Last time we spoke,
He promised he was okay,
Even ended on a joke,
Thinking it a good end to the day,
Daniel thought everyone was lying,
Wanted him around to use and pity,
Inside he was crying,
Hours, absently cruising the city,
Always answered his phone,
Any hour of the night,
Forgiving, but not one to condone,
Always had my back in a fight,
In the end,
He never sought care,
Only others he’d defend,
His plain truth, life isn’t fair,
Given this world a lot of good,
Even lost, he was there,
Lost in would’ve and should,
A dreamer, one to dare,
He dreamt of peace,
Of distant shores and bays,
His demons shackled, no cease,
Screaming at them in empty hallways,
I wish he sought someone out,
Reach out, when he was drowning,
Backup in his mental bout,
Before dark thought started crowning,
I would’ve listened,
If you needed aid, or to cry,
Now our eyes glisten,
You didn’t have to die,
You left a hole,
On my phone but not here,
Not just your own time stole,
Leaving us sorrow and a tear,
Celebrate your life, weep your death,
I wish you decided not to leave,
Shaking under my breath,
We love and grieve,
Just another year...
Instead we sing your song,
Thinking you’d always be near,
We’re confused, scared, hurt, we were wrong,
You were a good son,
A good brother,
Quick with a joke or pun,
Preaching peace among one another,
But drowned in his demons screams,
Droning out the song he sung,
Haunted in fever dreams,
When he turned his own gun,
Daniel, you know me,
I don’t easily rattle,
Just can’t believe I didn’t see,
Grieving you lost your battle,
We’ll always have your memory set,
Venting, emotions to release,
Know we’ll never forget,
Wherever you are, find your peace,
