funeral

Here I stand
Flowers in hand
Wind in my hair
I say a small prayer

Dressed all in black
They’ll never come back
So far underground
In an unforgiving mound

No more tears will ever fall
No more memories to recall
Who in there, could it be?
The person underground is me





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