Wiping my tears

standing at the foot

of your casket

you look like a baby

 in a basket

"why" came to mind but

I didn't bother to ask it

my hands clasped together

like I'm prepared to pray

actually I'm ready to kill

in a violent way

knowing that it won't

get me passed this moment

back to yesterday

when you waved and smiled

and I just said hey

in my own sly way

you had no sleeves on

and it was a cool day

how can I pass

if I did not study for the test

your blood is in the street

you made a mess

too much left unsaid

I must confess

and come clean

with the rest

it's way to late

you're dead

I waited to long

taking my time

and too much

for granted

the false accusations

can not be recanted

because you're gone

and I have to bear

the stone that your name

is written on