My cousin David, he lay amongst passion flowers, arms spread wide.
His jacket hugged him, on this cold winter's night.
Soft tears flowed from his almond shaped eyes.
Unheard and silent his cries. Shy. Beautiful.
He turned to me and said
"Who said funerals are sad events? Why must I mourn for the dead?
If I held your hand while breathing my last, I'd die a happy man.
If you were the one who kisses me before I begin to cease, could I hold that moment forever, please?
Build my coffin, choose my wood. Write my eulogy, mention my good.
Who said funerals were supposed to be sad? I could never properly mourn for the dead.
Take my eyes, mourn for me instead."
They looked at him and glanced at me,
"He's your cousin, why invite a Greek tragedy?
Vicious, fatal and mean
a man like him, better unseen"
I mourned that day, not because Uncle Ben died,
I mourned because my tears longed for eyes,
I wanted to see, laugh and smile,
at my cousin's beautiful sight.
I've never mourned at death, I've mourned for me.
I've mourned at my cousin's painful plea.
His jacket hugged him, on this cold winter's night.
Soft tears flowed from his almond shaped eyes.
Unheard and silent his cries. Shy. Beautiful.
He turned to me and said
"Who said funerals are sad events? Why must I mourn for the dead?
If I held your hand while breathing my last, I'd die a happy man.
If you were the one who kisses me before I begin to cease, could I hold that moment forever, please?
Build my coffin, choose my wood. Write my eulogy, mention my good.
Who said funerals were supposed to be sad? I could never properly mourn for the dead.
Take my eyes, mourn for me instead."
They looked at him and glanced at me,
"He's your cousin, why invite a Greek tragedy?
Vicious, fatal and mean
a man like him, better unseen"
I mourned that day, not because Uncle Ben died,
I mourned because my tears longed for eyes,
I wanted to see, laugh and smile,
at my cousin's beautiful sight.
I've never mourned at death, I've mourned for me.
I've mourned at my cousin's painful plea.
