Almost Dead Again

it was that day in the summertime, I brought him my best, i remember his face, an that i laid him to rest, a teardrop of rejoice, She hollar his name, there were cries that reign within me, an secrecy of fame, , an all though in my lifetime, I remember this shame, his faceless, battered body, his broken spiritless frame, for when the door opens, oh may i come in, I know you have spoken, of this unearthly sin, for the tribulatiuons that follow, by the hand you laid he, through the eyes of my keeper is the pain i must see.