I hate the flowers, I hate this crowd
I am silent but my heart wept loud
I threw your photo, I kicked your grave
Of all, your the one I couldn't save
Now your gone, I am alone
Though many came to see your throne
A coffin beneath a white washed grave
Your lying away from me.
You lit my world, you changed my life
You rid my life of pain and strife
Now all I have are memories and tears
I sleep and eat with all these fears.
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You have made me to think of my father! Thank you for sharing!