My Special Day |
Flowers fill this room, on this, my special day, As I lie here thinking, I'd rather go out and play; Friends and family, have come because of me, I can sense them near, as I strain so to see. Their words are weak, as though far, far away, I struggle to hear, what they are trying to say; There is great lamenting, I just don't understand, Why are you so distant, just come hold my hand. I suddenly remember, the party from last week, Acceptance from my friends, is what I did seek; They told me it was so cool, to try crystal meth, What good is living, without the thrill of death? A parent shouldn't, have to bury their young, To miss out on all, of the songs left unsung; To hold them tightly, when the day is through, And whisper to them again, oh, how I love you. Yet now I cannot go, to these people who care, All I can do is lie, in this cold coffin and stare; Flowers fill the room, on this, my special day, Watered by sad tears, for I have passed away. |
Fox © September 2003 |