You came home, not as you’d left, filled with dreams of your own future, instead, as a DEAD corpse, lying there, inside that pine box…
Came home, in a coffin, none of us ever expected that you could die the way you had, you were beaten, had multiple fractures all over your body, you were, brutalized, before you were murdered. Came home, in a coffin, at least, we could have your body to bury, but, it still wasn’t right, you were so young when you’d gone abroad, and now, you still looked young, guess you forever WILL BE young then, huh???
Came home, in a coffin, and, you’d left this world of pain behind, for your loved ones, how’s that right? No parent should bury her/his own young! Came home, in a coffin, and, we could only, get on with the rest of our lives without you, a step, a day, at a time………
Life, the Obstacle Course 