Funeral March

If they saw me now, laying here in the ground
In this box of mine, in this hole of mine
I wonder if they’d remember me for what I’ve done
I wonder if they could understand why I did all those things that I did
If they could forgive me for them
I wonder if they’d remember me with kindly smiles
Or if they’d weep for my loss
I wonder if they’d hate me for leaving them so soon
Despise me for my cowardliness, for my weakness
I lay her now in this solemn ground
I lay here now and forever more.