Silence birds from singing,
Stop clocks from ringing.
Quit the world from turning,
Don’t let fires continue burning.
Let the people hush,
Quiet all the traffic rush.
Turn the skies a dark shade of blue,
Pack up the sun & dismantle the moon.
No more summer, no more fall,
No more new days, just nothing at all.
It’s a fact: He is gone,
Not to be replaced, by anyone.
Gladness is gone, and so is hope,
No comfort in religion, so pack up the pope.
Paint the world grey, or better paint it black,
He is gone forever and won’t be turning back…
*Forever in my heart.. Rest in peace dad*