[JULIA MEYERS]: What have I done? Why can I cry? For it is the day my father died. Why can’t I come? Why can’t you stay? Why must the devil crave my soul as his prey? I lay my hand on your heart. I cast my love with you beyond. I look into your eyes and say “I love You” or “You’re now safe” I look to my mother I look to my brother They look at the corpse which shall be placed I hold your hand. A tear falls on your face As we lay you in the ground I look for a sign of grace. God take him home God place him at your side Don’t keep us here as well, there’s nowhere we can hide. We must fight our fears. The ghosts that walk through every door. We must tell the evil that dwells We Will Take This Any More!