Snowflakes fall on black umbrellas.
Grey stones dot the field.
Tears fall frozen to the ground,
Relief my heart won’t yield.
I look upon the cheerful white of snowflakes falling merry,
Dancing down from the sky as if they have no worry.
I look up at the clouds so light with scattered sunlight shining,
And wonder why they don’t turn dark and start their heartfelt crying.
Why do they not turn dark and rain down heaven’s tears?
Why do they not hide the sun as it cruelly leers?
Icy claws squeeze my heart and it’s not from the cold.
I wish I could once again my dear loved one hold.
And when the bugle played it’s song,
Even the strongest could not stay strong.
Why don’t the clouds turn dark and rain down heaven’s tears?
Is it to much to ask that they hide the sun that leers?
Then the coffin is lowered, and covered with soft dirt,
I truly didn’t think that this much one could hurt.
I look up at the too bright sky,
Asking it one question,“Why?”
Why did this have to happen to one who for us always fears?
Why can you not turn dark and rain down heaven’s tears?