when i looked acroos the hall i had to stand real tall people pushing and shoving waiting for there turn to see, a man turning yellow in the casket, i turned and threw up in a basket. he loved the world..but did he love me? i wanted to talk to him, i wanted him to see, i turned and left, i sat down and cried i listend to the crowd i listened to the world i thought about what he did for his country.. he did more than me.....