Gone with Maggie

You're paying your respects, all dressed up,
you're dressed up in black, all dressed up in black.
Walking away thinking oh what's the point,
what is the point if it's always taken away?
You're alone now, thinking it wasn't her time,
it was far too soon, she was far too young.
A friend pats your back, saying 'all will be well,
she would have wanted you to smile, to be happy for yourself.
Live your life good, for her if no one else,
make her proud of you.' They say 'make her proud'
You shrug off the words, anger overruling grief,
thinking how could she leave? How could she leave me?
Reminding yourself, several times over in your head,
it wasn't her fault, she didn't choose her fate.
You're angry at God now, wish you could spit at the sky,
He took her life, He stole yours as well.
You brush water from your eyes, though it's a sunny day,
you wonder how can it shine, why is it bright when she is dead?
Praying to God, oh God why have you done this!?
How have I sinned? How can I make up for it?
I'll become a priest if I just get her back,
make world peace happen, if it comes to that.
You walked all the way home, all dressed up,
you're still dressed in black, all dressed in black.
You start to change out of these uncomfortable clothes,
but grief makes you hesitate, grief makes you think straight.
Everything in your closet is too colorful and happy,
Your happiness is gone, your color too, gone with Maggie.
She was all the color and happiness you had,
she filled your life, now it's a desolate land.
You look in the mirror, dauntlessness taking shape,
a solemn look on your face, one that will forever remain.
Your eyes stare back at you as you asseverate,
"I swear I'll wear black till I see her again."