Death Affair
It’s a family Affair
Even though it’s a time of despair
We get all dolled up
Beautiful you look as well
Is it not your day
It’s quite hard to tell
Everyone stands looking at you
In new dresses and suits
Even new hairdos
Party time or a time for grief
Sad one minute
Seeming happy the next
As we pose to take photos
Next to a coffin filled of death
They drink and they laugh
Even pouring rum at your grave
For some the tears keep pouring
Or is that water on their face from the rain that’s pouring
They loved you so they say
Are we mourners or patrons
Cause mourners shouldn’t dress like this
I think not
In the shortest of dresses and highest of heels
No longer will your wounds heal
Deep below you will sleep
That oh so sweet eternal sleep
Wounds heal no more
Cause decay you will soon
Forgive us in the afterlife
For the absence of sorrow
Cause no longer will you have a tomorrow
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