FUNERAL HOME
I knew a man who died today who did things his own way
He had a son he never seen His lonely home was behind the
stream
A place no one visited, cause he’s so mean
He has to be the angriest man I've ever seen
As I look around at the funeral home
For the first time I realized I’m standing alone
The funeral director wasn't even there
I yelled out hello it
echoed through the air
Look for somewhere to sit, in the corner was a chair
I grabbed the chair to put in the middle of the room
But it wouldn't move,
what am I to do
It was slightly foggy I could barely see
But as I looked down at the dead guy I realized it was me
At that moment it was clear to me I’m in some twilight dream
I got the message from what my dream was showing
If I don’t change at the rate I’m going, then I’m going to
die alone
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