I know your watching over me trying to help me threw the stress,
but I'm still sitting here in this black dress.
its the dress I wore to your funeral I've worn it for three days straight,
wishing i could have saved you but it was just to late.
The car came up on the sidewalk and hit you from the side,
everyone tried to hide the truth from me but I knew it wen they lied.
I remember the call my mom got that said you didn't make it,
i remember screaming " i can't take it!"
I flew to Louisiana and saw you lying there helplessly,
this was just to much for me.
I burst into tears and touched your body it was stiff and cold,
I just wanted to pick your body up and have it to hold.
then I layed a rose on your coffin and watched them bury you in the ground,
the room was filled with crying sounds.
on the grave stone it said R.I.P.
and next to that it said " this loving son with always be in our memory"
it started to rain so i took out an umbrella
and bent over to the grave stone and said " good-bye little fella"
I wiped a tear that was running down my cheek,
and stood up and stared at my feet.
I had to keep telling myself hes in a better place thats filled with peace and harmony,
but it still was just to much for me.
So i sit here today still in this dress that I've worn for to long,
Trying to suck it up and stay strong.
but without you my inspiration,
I have nothing to believe in.
