When Good Men Die

When legends die,
People burn candles,
Sing prayers,
Play records,
Die a little inside.

When heroes die,
They go with pride,
A burst of light,
Leaving a gash that's deep,
Fear knots inside,
And we hide,
Afraid it's not safe outside,
When heroes die.

But when good men die,
They slip away,
Drift into darkness,
Without saying goodbye,
Little goes with them,
No candles,
No wounds,
Just a few tears,
A few prayers,
A song or two,
Good memories,
And a single point of light,
Everything else they leave behind,
To ease our ache inside,
When good men die.