A canopy of black umbrellas Like a bed of blooming lilies The eerie silence broken by; The momentum of our tears Mourners leave after sad goodbyes The blooming lilies wither Until one is left at the foot of the coffin Still shedding a thousand tears ‘Breakaway and spread your wings’ His voice is sharp and clear ‘The death of me does not define you, So dry up them sodden tears.’ I smile as if his silhouette Are the shadows of the trees His voice echoes inside my head, ‘Lift your feet and just run free’ So I weave my way through fields of corn Against marshmallow melting skies I loosen my grip, my umbrella lifts Like a blackbirds feather, floating high ‘Death should make you feel alive We are never gone, but always near So don’t let me catch you cry my name Unless you are crying happy tears.’