Lying deep in the dirt,

Is a legacy that shouldn't be told to many.

That's why the body is dressed in black,

To hide the shame in the shadows.

Covering seeds that should never sprout,

Yet it rains.

And when the tree finally grows,

It'll be too late.

Your tombstone is written in many tears

The sign of conquering many fears

From the faces that leer,

Into many souls.

Dreams that became a reality;

It was like the universe dropped to its knees and prayed,

For you.

Now you're here,

Where memories die as they say,

But my mind isn't a purgatory.

Those pictures will never see ash.

For your life will always be a Pina Colada.

No matter what they say,

Tongues will breathe differently from hearts.

Even inside that Cotton Sarcophagus,

An archaic heart will always reign supreme.