It's a dusty grave
Too dusty of a grave
A dusty grave
I have my flowers
Not gladiolus no lilies
You were a simple man
Carnations and daisies
A sunflower in the middle
For good measure
Kneeling in the dirt
A salty tear
Lands in the grit
I say "hi dad"
I miss you
I sure do
Words don't suffice
They sure don't
You'd be 88 today
You said I'd miss you
And I sure do
All I see is glare
The sun shining
so bright it hurts
On your dusty grave
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