May Fifteenth, Two Thousand and Five,
That is the last time I will see you alive.
I hate GOD for what he has done,
To take you away and with the blast of a gun.
So now you are dead and buried today,
And the one who did this may never pay.
You would have been happy to see who came,
The entire family united to honor your name.
I want to be like DAD, so strong and calm,
But I don't know if I can be, without you, MOM.