We're gathered here,
Today to say,
Our prayers of the faith.
To send her off,
To heaven in,
A box.
It's plain wrong,
she don't belong
in a hole in the ground,
this was her conclusion,
so now here she has to lie,
her smile, an illusion,
a mask upon her life.
Dearly beloved...
Why did it ever come to this?
Why did she feel so down?
Why were we so blind?
Why couldn't we find a way to keep her sound?
