Trying to hide his tear-stained face
Hard to think he failed this place
Head bowed down so he could pray
But couldnt find the words to say
Hands that tremble in his lap
Eyes shut tight like in a nap
Lips that move in wordless motion
Tears fall into an ocean
Poor boy, so lost and lonely
Saying now "Oh, if only,
People knew that I exist
Then it wouldn't come to this."
Thinking he could not be saved
Now we stand upon his grave
