If I were to die first
Do not mourn my death.
Smile, and brace tomorrow
With a courage that I did not possess.
Raindrops left upon my grave.
A lonely stone atop the grass.
In a field of lives unsaved.
I stand and watch as time goes past.
A ceremony for the ones we’ve lost.
With residents left to mourn.
Such a cruel life we’ve sought.
One that’s left such people scorned.
As things fall to an end
And dawn turns to dusk
I’m left with just a single friend
Flowers, from the one I love.
