So said the preacher man
By the grave side
‘We meet only to depart.’

How can it be so true
For you died so young and innocent?
You didn’t say your goodbyes,
You didn’t reach your childhood goals.
‘We meet to depart.’

But why my sister?
Wasn’t she fit to be a woman?
For she died at the age of nine.
And the preacher man kept on singing the same song
That we meet to depart.
We meet to depart.

Rest in peace.