He's buried in his grave,
Without a word to say,
Bloodless in a box,
With his conscience gone astray,
Mourners stand in silence,
The fresh new,fragrant scent of roses now leaves me downhearted,
And not yet ready to be parted.

The beaten path he once ambled on,
He now settles under,
When people come and visit him,
They always look down and torn,
But ill keep looking up like i always did and always will,
Without a frowning gaze or a cheesy smile,
Ill just look up for a little while.

I savor his essence surround me,
While my eyes are sealed,
Only him I can see.

His mellow air,
His goofy smile,
Standing in front of the fireplace,
Remember when he could run that mile?,
Beat us all,
And never fall.

Ill love you always,
And never forget,
That place in my heart,
Will always be kept.