Black Funeral March

Cringing at the thought of dealing with your loss

With each new day leading to more devastation

Waiting for the call "I'm sorry...he's gone"

All that seems to be is suffering

Weeping, frustration, maybe denial

Shopping for caskets

Void of real life when you're losing another's

Bow your head and clear your thoughts

This will be a funeral march

Void of real life when losing another's

Victim to a heinous crime

Why him? Torture. Bloodshed.

Why him? People are sick and that wont change

Revolting actions lead to this pain

But to overcome a pain so fierce?

How does one continue on in life?

One just does, simply does

Nothing can pay back the price of a life

This is a black funeral march

This isn't the end