Sitting by your grave sobbing “please come back” I’m not over it yet Like everyone else I mope around Because adventures are nit fun without you I sit by your grave And swear ag the sky For taking my last goodbye And making you leave too soon I brush away the dirt Resting on the stone So young with a life ahead I beg to God to let this be a dream To send you back to me But it never happens So here I am sitting by your grave I’m so sorry