I sat by the sea;
You sat with me.
I could tell by your eyes,
There was nothing to hide.

I could have predicted
Your end to come,
But did I profess?
Not even a guess.

Now, I sit as lonely as ever.
You’re as light as a feather,
I cannot see along the shore.
You’re not here anymore.

You brought your life to an end.
Now a funeral to attend
By the sea,
Your favorite place to be.

So they wrote your name high
On the tombstone, “Benjamin Guy.”
Oh, we cried
As that casket was eyed.

You’re carried away,
No longer happy and gay.
Six feet under dirt,
Because they laughed at your skirt.

I’m sorry, my Benjamin Guy.
You were living a lie.
A girl, you were meant to be,
When you were next to me.