Dirt on Your Grave

"Rest in peace", the preacher
Concludes his speech
As you lay out of reach
One by one, the dirt
Your loved ones held
In their hands is released

So many things
I wish I could say
But you can't hear them
When you're so far away
I can't accept
The fact that you're gone

I will commit the act that conveys
My choice to admit that you're not here today
Dirt clenched in my fist, I face away
I will not submit and put the dirt on your grave

It's been eight weeks, I'm sorry
I haven't come to talk things out with you
Living life without your perfect smile
Is difficult to do

So many things
I wish I could say
But you can't hear them
When you're so far away
I can't accept
The fact that you're gone

I will commit the act that conveys
My choice to admit that you're not here today
Dirt clenched in my fist, I face away
I will not submit and put the dirt on your grave

Your scent still lingers where I lay my head to sleep
I can almost feel your fingers
But they're just beyond my reach
And I still hear you laughing
At least that's how it seems
And I still see you
But it's only in my dreams
Your ghost, it hovers over me
I need my sanity

And I will commit the act that conveys
My choice to believe that I'll see you again
Dirt clenched in my fist, standing in the rain
I'll finally submit and put the dirt on your grave