WORDS OF THE LIVING
(LOSS FROM AFAR)
I see the trees, barren, bare
I simply have to stop and stare
Feeding on a field of green
As I watch the family grieve
Lost their son, so many years
As his father fights back tears
Oh, such a lovely summers day
Why did it have to end this way?
The coffin dark, the boy pale white
Purity both in sought and sight
Helping all those in need
Never once thinking of greed
Why did the boy have to go?
Why did his tiny heart have to slow?
The dying breaths of greedy men
Do not compare to the word, "when"
As they approach the coffin black
The little boy died of a heart attack
In this life, they must forever part
All the while they longed for his lonely heart to start
In heaven the boy will go
With whom, we shall never know
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