White Roses

Some people leave this place short of one-hundred The headlines always say found dead A moment of silence standing at the place where their vacant body now rests Please don’t stress I don’t know what to say We let the years get away I don’t know what to say Now that you’re gone I don’t know what to say Everything has changed I don’t know what to say It’s all about to break Some people leave this place short of one-hundred The headlines always say found dead A moment of silence standing at the place where their vacant body now rests Please don’t stress Another round to give your love to the ones that thrive at this place you left Life ever last I listen to you whistle a tune Our home still echoes of your heart and of your soul I can still hear your voice It never leaves me This house of john is open to all That calls themselves family So, pray, live, laugh, and love