As the boy was being buried,
About seven living attended,
And hundreds more of dead,
The world was bright and the evening sun was glowing,
All signs of sadness were showing,
Tear stained cheeks,
Fire red eyes,
This was one boy out of many who died on this day,
But in the end,
Someone has to pay,
The living picked up shovels and started to shovel dirt on top of the coffin,
While the dead lit candles,
Thousands and thousands of candles,
All placed around the graveyard,
The vicar asked for people to say goodbye,
Mother~"Goodnight honey, sweet dreams."
Father~"Keep on dreaming up there."
Sister~"Stay strong and hold on."
Grandmother~"love you Arthur."
Grandfather~"No more suffering."
Friend~"I'm going to miss you Arthur."
Vicar~"Let us say a prayer."
While they were saying a prayer,
The ghosts did their own ceremony,
There was a vicar among the ghosts so he led it,
"Young, too young,
But let his death not be in vain,
Light a candle to remember his name,"
Then everyone joined in,
"Arthur,
Join us in the midnight,
You've fought your last fight,
So sit back and reflect,
You have loving family,
Loving friends,
And a good life,
Even though the end was soon,
Like a flower you can still bloom,
Grow towards the light."
Vicar~"We'll be with you always,"
Everyone~"And like the sun,"
Arthur~"We will rise tomorrow."
