They kill the flowers to give to the dead,
as they lay in the casket the nice words are said.
All of these feelings they had tucked within,
echo in the parlor to all their friends.
They pray for their journey,
to be peaceful and free.
Showing emotions the dead cannot see.
Eulogy's are for the living,
not for the dead.
It makes them feel better for things never said.
I tell my loved ones how i feel about them,
giving them praise to grow from within.
If you do this with your loved ones you see,
A much closer group you will always be.

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