R.I.P to all my family and friends this one for you The lights are dim ,       the soft melancholy music begins .Flowers are scattered around the room,         There is an air of grief and gloom,The sobs from the benches grow louder as the preacher speaks,           As they see their loved one beside his feet .The black box is open,           With its softly silky interior showing .There in the midst of all those people,            One lies in the coffin so grim .The face is so innocent and the suit is nice,            Many say " Why him , Why did he have to die ? "As he is lowered into the ground,             His mothers head in despair pounds .Dirt is piled upon his wooden bed,             And the red roses lay upon the ground . . .Where his name on the tombstone can be read