Six feet under...cold as stone 
Mourners on the surface ..moan 
Tears of sorrow...loved one's .. shed 
Silent prayers...for the dead 

Another life has came and went 
Memories dictate...what life meant 
Was the live...lived with glory 
Or tells a tale...of sad story 

Did they try their best... To do some good 
Or take from others...all they could 
Did they show ...love and companion 
Or inflicting pain...more their fashion 

In death..one is judged by man and god 
If the life was good...or badly flawed 
How you live...is your own choice 
But death ..gives others .. voice