The Darkest Day of the Year

Swinging there from the tree,

in the Sunday afternoon breeze,

careless as the birds and the bees,

a cloud floating through the skies.

Thats where they found him

a sparkle in his eyes.

Looking back on it today

how they found my idol dead,

was there something i could do?

What could i have said?

To alter the past and change his mind;

I need to go back in time!

When they told me the news I was twelve years old,

pure as a rose petal.

How did this unfold?

I looked in the casket to see a peaceful face,

I spoke but he couldnt hear.

What a beautiful sunny afternoon;

on the darkest day of the year.