Funerals

I feel out of place with these weeping people
In an old church, minding the steeple
The death is anonymous, it's just she's dead
Died when or how? Could be in their heads...
Shouldn't they be glad? She's in heaven now.
Lived a good life, left with a bow
The family huddled in 2's or 3's...
I'm family too! Stop crying, please.
It was her time, or God wouldn't take her.
It was her time to meet her maker.
Don't cry for the dead, cry for the living.
Cry for the ones who never started giving.
Cry for those who don't know our Lord.
Cry for the hopeless, and those who are bored
With life itself, and want to end it
Those are the souls with their spirit unlit
So don't cry at funerals, smile for them.
They're happier there, a box full of gems.
True life comes after you die
In a place where God won't let you shy
Away from the goodness he offers each day.
Don't cry for the dead, that much I pray.