This is my first attempt at writing a song, hope you enjoy it.
All played on a ukulele.

Lyrics:
Now you're gone you're not coming back
in the hole dressed in black
we were all waiting there
hoping you'd take a breath of air
as the cars line the road
the tears held back begin to grow
still can't believe it's so
we watch them put you in the back
the priest spoke but he lacked
any kind of true meaning
you always found such people misleading
your mother stared into space
letting go seems such a waste
when I already miss your face
I already miss your face
already....