A WhiTe FunERaL

His coffin slowly lowers into the ground,
with his wife, song and friends all around.
The snow falls on the mahogony lid,
as they take their last look.

All his friends start to go,
but there his son stays, as he bend down low.
His wife's heart shatters and her crystal eyes cry,
as she takes her last look.

A white funeral that's freezing cold,
but the son won't move at all.
The sons serenity breaks into pain,
as he takes his last look.

The son stays there for hours, with closed eyes,
too tired to bite on his lip and stiffle his cries.
And with a gun placed in his hand,
the sons takes his last look.....