The sun beat upon me as I stood at his grave
Tears streamed down my face as I was told to stay brave
It was a smoldering August day but I felt cold all over
Numbness filled my body and the weight of sadness sat upon my shoulder
The smell of interrupted dirt filled the air
I closed my eyes and felt the breeze lightly blow through my hair
I placed the last rose of fire and ice on his final resting place
I thought I heard his voice and my mind flashes back to his smiling face
My heart hung low as I turned and walked away
I didn't know how or even if I wanted to get through another day
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