• To the stars I stare,
    remembering that glare,
    that chilled me to the bone,
    your dead! Im alone.

    My love what happened,
    to leave the wheel unmanned,
    when I heard I cried,
    I hoped they had lied.

    I hoped fate would change,
    a miracle! Something strange,
    but now to be mean,
    your family gathers to glean.

    Your possessions your belongings.
    many questions no callings,
    all greedy vultures,
    what is this culture?

    Now once more I do stare,
    I whisper “how is this fair”,
    I stroke your soft cheek,
    now I feel so meek.

    Family cry crocodile tears,
    I revisit all of our years,
    our lives flashed before my eyes,
    all thats left are the goodbyes.

    I watched as you were lowered down,
    I felt my heart start to pound,
    another 6 foot hole,
    I leave you my stole.

    Now I am alone,
    can anyone hear me moan,
    I am left to bury you,
    wishing that I had died too.