• As we look at the skys and weep,
    the skys...are where our family and friends have gone to eternal sleep.
    We cry ourselves to sleep,
    yet I never sleep.
    I have no emotion,
    I don't mind the commotion,
    of partys near,
    or what anyone can hear.
    If I ever go to eternal sleep,
    do not sit by my grave and weep,
    just lay a bouquet,
    and say "He has had his years, months, weeks, and days."