Our dear Uncle Paul Can’t you see? We’re not the little niece’s You remember us to be. Seeing your coffin, as white as snow. You were only young, Why did you have to go! As they lowered your coffin, We screamed out with hate. Three words We've never said, which was Our biggest mistake! "We love you Uncle Paul!", The first time we realized. But death is unfair, and there's no compromise. It leaves us in despair