Just Old News

The flowers wither away
But here forever you will stay
In my heart and on my mind
Though you leave me so far behind
You left this world without a trace
With no name to your lovely face
In the papers it is just old news
Your nice work for "Beatlejuice"
Although to me time can not erase
All the fun times we had in this place
You shall never be forgotten
Your memory will never grow rotten
So as I sit at your grave and cry
Your soul lifts up toward the sky