If I Could Hover Above

This is just about being able to attend your own funeral...

If I could hover aboveas they prepare my body
washing my skin, cleaning out every crevice
and as they dress me in the last suit that I will ever wear

If I could hover above
the moment I am rolled into the sanctuary,
watch as they place flowers around me and my box
and turn as they place the microphone on the stage and do the sound checks

If I could hover above
them as they prepare the hearse
vaccuuming the seats, and filling up the pockets with mints
shining it up, and placing the "funeral" flags on the front

If I could hover above
as teary eyes drag in
momma barely walking on her own as it begins to really kick in
daddy unable to hold his composure as he weeps

If I could hover above
while the seats fill up
and when they are filled its standing room only
and watch as tears stream down every face

If I could hover above
memories I have created are relived
smiles come, but they only come for moments
as the eulogy is given, it becomes more and more evident that I'm gone

If I could hover above
and witness them getting their last eyeful of me
"it doesn't look like him"
I would hear silent shrieks and cries pour out of hearts and souls as the door is closed

If I could hover above
as I'm carried away by my uncles, brothers, and my fathers
as I take my last car ride
I become the pace car in a race that starts at my ending

If I could hover above
as ashes and dust are poured over my last home
the flowers float ever so softly down to me
they land, and give me their last goodbyes

But I can't hover above
I'm just a statistic of a drive-by
a young man at the right place at the wrong time
in my obedience, I am harmed

I can't hover above
So I lay instead