Those who are dead are not dead <br />They’re just livin in my head <br />I learn this in the worse way <br />I learn from the band Coldplay <br />Mourn as I look down where the souls lay <br />The piercing white comet <br />Symbolizing another death <br />At funerals loves one hoping the dead one get up <br />Everyone can not stop the feeling that you were set up <br />They caught my grandfather in the morning still weary couldn’t defend <br />The reaper had full intentions of taking my only real fathers life <br />I guess that faithful day something no one could fight <br />When my grandfather passed that was a long sad night <br />Where was God to break the night? <br />Where was God when it was time to flourish the light? <br />Where was my real father to break the sadness out of sight? <br />Guess all I can look forward to is meeting my God <br />And ask why it was time for me and my bro to be rob of a father <br />And be replaced with an unfilled position and a real dad that would never bother<br /><br />Leland Wright<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/those-who-are-dead/
