Little boys in black and white
Suits that don't fit quite right
And the pretty little girls
Making their white dresses twirl
Their parents all in black
Tell them she's not coming back
My sisters and brothers
Say that we've lost our mother
To a stone with a dove
Beside her true love
He's not our father
And they hadn't bothered
To ever tell us before
That they were so much more
Than just business friends
Not until the very end
Of the will she wrote us
When she said that we must
Bury her next to this man
And not in the land
Where our father lies
And after we die
We'll all be placed
Because she couldn't face
The truth about him
And what they'd been
Now they're both gone
And it won't be long
Before the anger fades
And we put in its' place
Black and white and gray
Memories of her funeral day