Cringing at the thought of dealing with your loss   With each new day leading to more devastation   Waiting for the call "I'm sorry...he's gone"   All that seems to be is suffering   Weeping, frustration, maybe denial   Shopping for caskets   Void of real life when you're losing another's   Bow your head and clear your thoughts   This will be a funeral march   Void of real life when losing another's   Victim to a heinous crime   Why him? Torture. Bloodshed.   Why him? People are sick and that wont change   Revolting actions lead to this pain   But to overcome a pain so fierce?   How does one continue on in life?   One just does, simply does   Nothing can pay back the price of a life   This is a black funeral march   This isn't the end