Standing there in line, your coffin passes by
Such a small box, it doesn't feel right
You were only young, your whole life ahead
Cut short, snapped like a sapling as it began to flower
Everyone's thinking their own thoughts
About you, and the joy you brought
To so many people, such as I
I close my eyes, and think of you
Of the time we played together by the stream
And I cut my knee and cried
You were there beside me
Instead of playing with the other kids
I remember when we went out for the first time
How we held hands, trying to look cool
Yet we were far too young, it didn't last
But it was the start of many things to come
And as the undertakers pass by
I look up to the sky, and pause
A white feather drifts down, lands in my palm
Your favourite colour, my memorial
