Faded colors , people weeping. His pale face, he looks like hes sleeping. Tension in the air as the preacher takes his place, he speaks his words softly as tears run down our face. Cordinators disnmiss us to say our final goodbyes, the room is silent exept for the silent crys. There is no color, everything is gray, I will never forget this very sad day. I promise I will cry no more because now i see that each and everyday he'll be watching over me.