Poem – The Young Gone

Gone,
The family filling oceans of tears
And here I am, I can’t even get to your funeral
I can’t see your brother, I can’t tell him it’s going to be good
No one wants to die alone, but now you gone
I drink this glass, for you that had passed
Sending you to heavens gate with a song
A song of sadness and sorrow
The whole family is looking up for you
We all can see the heaven open and take you in
But we refuse, we refuse to believe it
We refuse to give you away
The young,
The young that die, how can one stop to cry?