The back of the church is where I stood
It was so very quiet, a somber mood
I walked down the aisle ever so slow
A big part of me just wanted to go

I knew that I couldn't, I had to be here
I started to cry softly as I drew near
There you lay inside a dark wooden coffin
You looked so peaceful, but ever so thin

As I took my seat, the people came
So many faces, some different, some same...