Don't Stand At My Grave
Ode to almost losing my life, and losing my best friend at the same time
Don't stand at my grave and weep, you weren't there when I died
Though my body may leave the earth, my golden spirit will paint the sky
Those sunsets you say all look the same
I hope you see in a different light
Somehow I felt disappointed, you don't see the beauty of life
I felt the sun kiss my skin and remembered how to breathe
I opened my eyes and death was there
She touched my heart and I was calm without despair
I felt alive as I slipped away
Knowing it wasn't Goodbye
And perhaps I'd see you another day anyway
Don't stand at my grave and cry
You and I know you never really tried
You never gave a damn, even at my end you couldn't pretend
Where were you when I was on my knees
In a hospital bed, begging for life and mercy
I know you thought, "She'll be fine, I won't care if she dies"
I wasn't, and I didn't, and you did, to your demise
As if we'd pick up where we left off, no big deal if she doesn't survive
I don't want you at my grave, your spirit is dark and cold
Go live your life worrying about money, cars and houses of gold
Don't stand at my grave and weep, for I didn't really die
I may have left my body but I'm alive up in the sky
Don't stand at my grave and weep, I'm still close to you
I'm in the sunset and the thunder, every gentle summer breeze
I may have left before my time, I know it seems unfair
But so was your dishonesty, your knives and lack of care
I'll never know the good I could do if I were blessed enough to stay
Maybe it was the time for me, Spirits plan is never clear
The remnants of our memories, please keep them safe in your heart
They're enshrined in frames of gold, only we can tear them apart
Don't stand at my grave and weep, that's wasted love on grief
I only wished you had said it too, like you know you felt because it's true
Don't stand at my grave and weep, you know that's not my wish
When you miss me too much
Look at the sky, feel the wind, and know it's my souls touch
About the Creator
Sadie Hirsch
Mystical creative who writes, dreams, dances and sings
Breast Cancer survivor at 35, grateful for each day I'm alive
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