As you are gathered here to say one final last goodbye
To make sense of this quandary – to try and fathom why
As you all congregate in black immersed in futile gloom
And see a future cloaked with fear, uncertainty and doom
When you search hard for answers, yet no answers you can find
Then, spare an empathetic thought for this mirrored my mind
Your pain will ease, your wounds will heal, your darkness will subside
Yet mine would never ever shift, no matter how I tried
Your incident affected mood, oh what a luxury
That vision’s been all I have seen, that was the norm for me
So as you trace my sands of time and on my life reflect
And try to muster understanding, empathy, respect
Please try to see, it’s meant to be, for I was always torn
You could not win this war for me, please do not stand and mourn
You could not save my life you fools; I died when I was born.