She stood up and walked to the front of the room
Her shaky hands are teary eyes started to bloom
She was so nervous as she started to cry
She tried to hard not to, but she couldn't get by
"I want to talk and tell you about my son...
I think i lost and God has won."
She told us that she put things in his casket to be buried
She thought he'd forget these things, so much she has worried
She put corn in there, since we use to corn everything we could
She put a piece of pizza in it because if she wasn't going to eat it, he would
Some music things were in it too
Some pictures of his brother and the things they would do
The black casket had a silver lining
His picture, i swear, had his smile shining
flowers crowded where he laid
Pictures reminded us of the memories we all made
Our whole group took up half of the room
Trying to handle the fact that you left way too soon
But now some of our group has moved away
Some went to jail, some didn't want to stay
2 more followed you in your path
The ones left here turned to drugs to handle the aftermath
I walk alone around this little town
It feels like you are still around
It's so cold when it's so silent
You can hear our crazy neighbors being so violent
This town has fallen apart since everyone went their own way
Everyone drinks or does drugs, this town is far from OK
She stood up and walked with us to your grave
We tried to be strong we tried to be brave
She was so nervous as she started to cry
She wiped her tears as she told her son goodbye
