final goodbyes

the clouds are growing thinker
as my breathing grows harder
we are all lined up and
driving down this dirt road
headed for the cemetery
to say our final goodbyes
and to let ourselves mourn
with tears in our eyes
we drop our respectful roses
and let you soul live on
and we let your body R.I.P.
ive got a lump in my throat
but i choke it back
and now i have to walk away