The Power Of I'm SORRY

Look at your life
The suffering the pain
Look at your life
What did you gain

At you grave you become a memory
What can you take with you
And what gain do you have
Once the money is spent

Your friends will say
Shurly he rests in the most wonderful casket
Emblazioned in gold
Buried with beatiful words repeated time and time again

Yes, you left a legacy
Now the fight is on
Jealosy and fighting
What did he leave for me

Yes, thats what they cared about
The last shovel of dirt covers you
Instantly you start to become a distant memory
As the wounds heal

Yes, we will remember you
Its nice theres one less person to hurt
And to hurt others

The earth cares not if you were stuffed in a pine box
or casket of glory
Earth gets her justice as she sees you rot

Maybe eternity will be favorable when Angels read your epitaph which says.

I'm Sorry, I loved you but never shown it neighbor.

Maybe the semi-lie will get you by

Maybe you'll savor in the tear of a bum, while when reading the epitaph and crying bought your soul a place forever in heaven with his tears

The power of I'm sorry