He looked down sadly at the crowd assembled below.
They should have been celebrating, not mourning you know.
A polished black casket was slowly descended;
A life has now been officially ended.
No one made a sound, not a peep,
because he had finally fallen asleep.
Red roses were scattered when the casket reached the ground,
Like a true king, he had finally been crowned.
The final goodbyes were said,
It is clear now, that you are dead.
Baby blue eyes that will never be seen,
Because now you understand, I am finally free.
The dirt was finally returned,
Like a blanket, when everyone turned.
The fresh grass was laid back,
With a small golden plaque:
Chiro
A stolen boy hero,
His eyes closed today.
When he gave us his all.
That morning in May.
R.I.P.