I Cried She died, yes she died one bright and sunny day. They came, from all around, said a prayer, and went away. But do they know how beautiful she was, how the sunlight caught her hair? How she made the day come alive just by being there? I cried, yes I cried after they all had gone. I stood in her room and wondered how to carry on. But do they know how hard she tried to uphold the dignity of life? How she fought to hold her head up high to say her last goodbye? You’ll die, yes you’ll die: it’s the one thing you can count on. They’ll cry, yeah they’ll all cry, and raise a toast when you’re gone. But they won’t know your inner life, how you struggled just to survive. With heavy heart, they’ll say a prayer, then turn and leave you there. I cried, yes I cried, after they all had gone.