The Final Scene of a Saint

On the road , in the funeral , all the people gather on the sides
Walking silently behind us, to see the passing bride
They where silently sanding, some crying some faint
They where all to wildness the final scene of a saint

She was glowing in her thrown, like a queen passing though
And her parent walk in front, crossing hands, singing too
Chants of glory and happy times, like oil and water they merge
With the tears and the black clothes, and the screams purges

You can look on one side they throw flowers red, and white
And on the other side they applause, the thrown is dancing so light

In the final scene , she walked the hall of fame
See her out of your sight into her he resting place
She walk that path alone no one to blame
From that day I can not stop remembering her face