I feel the pain as I light the candle,for a lot of people passed and gone.Some passed because of ageothers knife cut, gunshot or disease.
I cannot believe that soon it will be me.
So I keep asking God, When is my day?
To all my friends who have passed
memories still live on, memories live on.
So I have to be strong enough to accommodate them
Angel in black approaching the cemetery
Wearing black glasses at the funeral
Hiding the thick red tears I shed for you
Instead of the material items you have been buried with, I wish it was me.
Pastor gave you a farewell rhyme that stained my heart
You are nailed for eternity in my heart
I wish RIP means "Return If Possible"
I cry every time my heart beats but you are passed and gone, forever.