Rest in peace I get a strange feeling anytime I get to say the words Like for some reason It's a way to tell the dead to go on and figure out where those go So we could go on living I guess that's what it is, isn't it? Just like Christ said; Let the dead bury the dead Hence rest in peace Like it's our own little way of seeing the dead off to the other side in a supposedly meaningful manner Such short words yet so strong Then the days go by and it somehow doesn't feel like yesterday anymore Doesn't hurt so much as before So we slowly forget To survive I know there's really nothing we could do but go on living I mean it's the very cause of our existence But I get a strange feeling when I get to say those words Rest in peace Like for some reason that one hand stretched out in farewell to the deceased points a thousand back at me Putting me in such big shoes to fill Asking me if I am aware I'll get to answer where those go A simple fate We j
