DO NOT STAND AT MY GRAVE AND WEEP ~ BY MARY ELIZABETH FRYE
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
When I come to the end of the road
And the sun has set for me
Why is love so blind, like darkness in the evening?
Love is the only journey with two endings.
Take a nap my cornea
I want a vacation of mind
Oops! I have seen a lot in my area
Haptic On A Half Damn,
From Here To Auf Wiedersehen,
Between Ice On The Rocks In My Hard Place,
Sunset born out of winter charity.
Two hearts sweating at the thought of monotony.
Life is like the waves that goes up and down.
Never be upset, as you fall down.
Money exists for a short period of time.
You say I’ll be okay,
That you’re here to stay.
You say you love me,
That you’re dreaming of a we.
How can you still believe?
How do you know I won’t leave?
Come fly away with me
To a world of our own.
Come fly away with me
To a land of hope.
A world Apart
How did we get so far,
To be a world apart?
Wishing on every star,