Death Without A Funeral - Jason Gray

There’s no stone to lay the flowers down beside

No mention in the paper, though something clearly died

No gathering for family and friends to eulogize

It’s a death without a funeral

There’s no book to sign for people filing in

No table full of pictures, where they’d say «Remember when»

No song is sung about how all good things come to an end

It’s a death without a funeral

When you see me, I’m still breathing

Though a million things have died inside of me

But there’s no healing without grieving

No wonder why it’s hard to rest in peace

When there’s nothing we can bury in the dirt

No place to lay the memory of all the things that were

No way to feel the closure, no ending to the hurt

It’s a death without a funeral

When you see me, I’m still breathing

Though a million things have died inside of me

But there’s no healing without grieving

No wonder why it’s hard to rest in peace

One apple hadn’t fallen with the leaves

As I reached up I remembered how we both planted that tree

With one bite I was surprised to find the fruit was still so sweet