Bury You

Oh I never wanted to bury you Child

Kiss those crimson lips, my future defiled

Can’t help thinking, God what has been done?

It’s not right, it’s not fair, it’s a tragedy…and then some

Never wanted to buy you white flowers

To labor over you, in vain…for hours

To hold your lifeless body, and marvel and wonder

It’s amazing what God has done, but feel this rage like thunder

There is an ache, a hole, a hell of a lot of hurt

There are pennies, and toys, and ashes in the dirt

Tears, and milk, and lot’s of blood

A loss like this, can never be understood

I never wanted to pay my respects

To bone of my bone, and flesh of my flesh

I know what’s done is done

But I wish I could turn back time

I’d trade my life for this one



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