I Took Him to the Grave

I took him to the grave,
Just to see the smile falter,
Just to see the unassuming shyness fade away,
Just to see the tears fall,
Not out of cruelty,
Not out of sadism,
Not out of mockery…

But out of a need to make him see…
That he’s not alone in missing the big man…

I took him to the grave,
To make a pivotal point,
To make him understand,
To make him realise,
That he’s got people to turn to,
That he’s not isolated in all this,
That he’s not alone…

That letting it all become pent up inside…
Is doing more harm than the good he thinks he’s doing…

I took him to the grave,
In an effort to help him move on,
In an effort to prevent more damage being done,
In an effort to forget the unchangeable,
As standing still is futile in the end,
As standing still will only kill us too,
As standing still is drowning in past sorrows…

As standing still, wallowing in pain unbearable…
Only allows another life to go to waste…

And where’s the point in that?
I took him to the grave to make him understand that…