A small boy looks down on his fathernTears welling in his eyesnPlaces his hand on the lid of the casketnWishes all of this was liesnnTurns around and looks down the aislenAt all the faces, sorrow and griefnDeath happens so quick, yet so painfulnThis crisis has shattered all he believesnnHis mother never came to see himnHis father was his homenAll of it gone in an instantnNow he walks alonennThe kids at school don't realizenThe pain and torment he's been throughnSits at his desk, eyes empty and coldnThe small boy died inside and no one knew.