The sky is dark
The wind is cold
In the cars we ride
To that horrible place
The room is dim
Faces are wet
What would he say,
If he saw us?
The mourning grows louder
The goodbyes are done.
We walk outside
To the burial grounds,
I glance at the casket
There is nothing left to say
Except,
Goodbye,
We will meet again,
Someday
