I can’t say that I knew this man, but his daughter was my friend.

As I sat here in the viewing room,

I thought what was his plans from beginning to end.

A family picture stood on top the coffin of the loved one he’d left behind.

In a coffin the color of powder blue, laid my friend’s father so divine.

In a slumber, he was at peace that was the look upon his face.

I said a pray, got out my seat, then gave his family lots of space.

His body just was so quiet, the dead don’t move you know.

You see they’ve crossed over into another land.

Where our past loved ones will guide us,

as soon as we arrive they gently take our hand.