Guitar

You stepped up to the lectern,

And pulled out a paper.

You were the youngest,

So you went first.

It was a letter to your dad,

Whom we were having service for.

I was with the rest of the choir,

Over on the side.

And you cried,

'Bout half way through.

And I cried,

I cried for you.

I just wanted to be there for you.

So when you cried,

'Bout half way through.

I just cried,

I cried with you.

On that night,

In that Church.

Your sisters followed suite,

And they all said their piece.

They were the oldest,

So they went next.

Not one of them wrote a letter,

For your dad that you loved so much.

You were sitting next to your mom,

Over on the side.

And you cried,

'Bout half way through.

And I cried,

I cried for you.

I just wanted to be there for you.

So when you cried,

'Bout half way through.

I just cried,

I cried with you.

On that night,

In that Church.