And, they tell you that she was in pain, that it’s better this way,
now that she is dead.
And, they tell you- you can now talk about her,
that there can be a place for her inside the house,
now that she needs no more.
And, they tell you- you can raise her on a pedestal,
that she lives where the Gods live,
now that she sleeps.
And, they’ll let you visit her,
Let you miss her,
Now that she lies cold in her grave.
And, for what it’s worth,
They’ll tell you
it was for the greater good.
And, you won’t deny it