It was July, and I wore white to celebrate your life.
I let the tears, a warm rain soak my face.
The stranger spoke:
"Ashes to Ashes. Dust to Dust." In your name.
We all laid flowers on that little white box,
I fell on bended knee, alone,
I just wanted more time
To be with you in the sun.
I wasn't enough, there will never be enough.
Twenty-threes weeks of joy and heart,
laid to rest in the summer sun.
Your body laid low, put in the ground,
 I left my heart there, in Ole Holy Rude.