'RSVP' by Paul Baggaley

We are gathered here to celebrate,
The life that we have lost and put away,
Now it’s all that I can see through the flowers and the trees,
I hear the soil say ‘this is where you now lay’

So RSVP to my death march.

So don’t be afraid when you hear yourself say,
‘I’m safe in the dark in my own special way’

So RSVP to my death march,
RSVP to my death march.

Father and son are tied together,
By the barrel of a gun,
You can try and you can try,
But you’ll never win the fight.