"Here's To The Dying" lyrics

Here's to the dying
Here's to the hurt
Here's to the crying
As we're returned to dirt

Trying to find
Somewhere solid to stand
Cause it's getting so hard
Without you holding my hand

Here's to our mothers
Raised daughters and sons
Your sister and my brothers
That they taught how to love

If you don't mind
Won't you reach down your hand
Cause it's getting so hard
Without you to stand

Here's to our fathers
Oh They're trying to get by
Without their best friend
And the love of their life

So if you don't mind
Could you reach down her hand
Cause it's getting so hard
Without her to stand

Trying to find
Somewhere solid to stand
Cause it's getting so hard
Without you holding my hand

Here's to the dying
Here's to the hurt
Here's to the dying