The Dead

Look at the dead Smiling at me I look back Afraid of what I'll see I see my father All nice and clean But when I see his eyes All I do is scream Empty holes Like a desolate night sky I stare and stare And wonder why Hast thou forsaken me Am all my fears I look back and understand What happened during all those years The dead are my friends They give me love But not anymore Than the One above...