As I walk up to your casket I start to cry,
It doesn't hit me until I realize how much you don't look like yourself.
The color of your face is about 6 times as dark as it was before when you were ridding your bike.
Your in white shoes that light up, a pair of blue jeans, and a flanal shirt.
You are wearing a north face hat... to cover up that part of your head that is missing.
You don't look so peaceful.
You look angry and full of pain.
I skim over your body and see each scratch on your hand and all over your face...
It hurts me to see this but God called for you and that is how it goes...
You went when you were called...
