Not the first funeral, but the first of this kind.
Like a river’s flow tears down my face, you’ll find.
It’s hard to swallow, the grief too strong inside.
I wish that I had somewhere to run away and hide.
No sound of laughter, no hugs of warm embrace.
No music was playing, and no smiles were seen in this place.
This funeral is one I’ll remember because of who it is for.
And at that thought, even y...