When you call my name, don’t whisper.
When you sing my song, don’t cry.
Never speak of my death with sadness.
I’m sorry that I had to die.
When you lay that rose, be happy.
When you say that prayer, be gay.
My funeral is no time for sorrow,
But the birth of a brand new day.
Please know that my life was wasted
On my ever-constant mistakes.
Please now that I am spared now,
From the pain I could no longer take.
When you call my name, scream it loudly.
And listen to it echo back alone.
Maybe you should have been there all my life,
Instead of leaving a little girl on her own.
by
fadeposted on 06/28/2008