I don't make a sound

Watching him go
under the ground
made me cry
yet i don't make a sound
the priest is talking
there's a bouquet on your casket
everyone standing around
little shae holds a basket
courtney talks
in a whispered hush
to see him leave
make my tears rush
he's under us now
deep in the ground
i'm crying so bad
yet i don't make a sound