Laying there, everyone put flowers in your arms.
All you wanna do is hug them tell them you love them.
Their memories will live on inside everyone they knew.
To everyone who passes all they see is that stupid cross.
But what you see is so much different.
The memories, their smiles, their love.
You go past it, the tears run down your face.
Your eyes swollen with the sorrow no one else will know.
The cross is just another letter,
Other than to you, its so much more.
