Funeral Singers

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by javowen

by javowen

                                    
                                              All my friends are funeral singers,
All of them sing so loud,
All of them are funeral singers,
But I don't know if I should feel proud. 
I've had the 'luxury' of hearing them sing,
And I use that word quite loosely,
Was I supposed to find a feeling,
Of comfort as they sang profusely?
They always seem so jolly, 
Surrounded by so much death,
How can they be so jolly,
Over someone's very last breath?
I'm standing here in the leaves and rain,
Tears pouring from my eyes,
Feeling such a terrible pain,
My mind as stormy as the skies. 
Return return return tonight,
All my friends are desperately trying,
I want you back with all my might,
Why did you end up dying?
They often say death is a child,
The lighthouse keeper of the end,
These emotions have become piled,
I don't know what's around the bend.
All my friends are funeral singers,
And now they're singing for me,
All my friends are sadness bringers,
And I'm the body that they see...