I Hate Funerals, But I Go

I was but a lad when my step-dad died
Overwhelmed me with sadness and pain
Held back my tear when people were near
Couldn't talk, hard to see, even hear

The funeral came, still the sadness, in pain
As the ceremony played to the crowd
A room for the family kept us from sight
Helped me to stay with my feet on the ground

Black was the limo, black was my soul
Til I ventured to peek out the rear
A cavalcade of cars, lights lit up like the stars
Followed bright, as we drove to the grave

I started to cry, tears filled my eyes
As it dawned on me then in a flash
My dad was a hero, not just to me
But to friends feeling bad he had passed

The cloud in my heart lifted a bit
Sunshine, a pinprick peeked in
Bid the final farewell, at graveside we stood
Some words, or a pat, or a hug, as they left

Yes, I hate funerals but I go
Not for the dead, or for show
But for the family in grief
Small comfort, relief, my I share

I hate funerals, but I go
I remember that day in my soul
Yes, I hate funerals but I go
Oh how I hate funerals, but I go