Funeral

It was so beautiful a morning when I heard her over say that she'd pull out my sundays best because someone's passed away so we hurried to the chapel that was down on fourth and main she seemed to have a peaceful smile but eyes that filled with pain I asked my mother many times Who was the friend that died Dont think she ever heard me But I could swear I heard her cry We walked through friends and family as we made our way within greeted by a man in white forgiving all our sins I barely even noticed All the roses near our feet Laid out to spell the name Of someone missing in their seat As the preacher started praying we all stood holding hands Waiting on the row before To pass the casket stand Then the man in white so proudly Helped my mother from her knees, Showed me the way to heaven because that friend that died was me....