To go or not to go.

In 17 days, it will be 2191 days,
To the last day I saw you,
Seated in the back of that red Audi,
I know you did all you could do
To go on; to live; to see us again.
Your lifetimes work in vain.

A father's silence, a mother's tears
Among a thousand graves, all these years.
On that day the rain fell surprising.
We knew the heaven's wept; you were there.
Your boys then slept; never to awaken.
In the morning rose men; their innocence taken.

Days weren't the same; your ashtray empty
Mum wasn't the same; her cries plenty
Home just house with your picture in front
'Dad' just a word with no owner
I remember you say, "Don't be a mourner,
Celebrate my freedom when I'm gone"

The graveyard is a reminder that tomorrow comes
Always before you even know it.
We're on our way to the exit; inevitable.
Why it takes a death to realize, I don't know.
But lessons learned, stones turned
On that day, I will come see you.