View from the church

by Sarah   May 14, 2005


The hearse, that pulls out in front of me
Is carrying something that could be, should be
Something so beautiful and something so pure
I know this something should be here, for sure
This something is a girl, I once knew and loved
I know she was sent to me, straight from above
Now she is gone, it’s the horrible truth
So I sit here and cry softly on this catholic church stoop
we used to laugh, and we used to sing
But all of that is now filled with a horrible sting
She was taken away from me, by the man himself
So I arranged her things, intricately on my shelf
It is my way to continue her life
To have fun, like she wanted and not live in strife
In that coffin, she lay so peaceful, so still
To carry on her dreams, is my dying will
I loved this girl so much, even when she was a pain in the ass
But she is no more, covered by this six feet of grass
Ten years have gone by, it hurts all the same
I sit here and cry softly on this young girls grave
I have grown-up and moved on in my ways
Its now just a memory of those fun filled days
She still, and will always have a special place in my heart
And I will always love her, like I did from the start
So please, tell your friends, to avoid this thing
Don’t drink and drive, go out on a wing
Take your keys and find someone sober
Because before you know it - it could all be over...

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