Do not stand there and sing sad songs for me, Let me lay in peace under the willow tree, The gods saw me getting tired, A cure wasn't meant to be, So they put their arms out, And whispered "come to me" I'll be the grass under your feet, And trees and puddles wet, Please remember, but in time you will forget, And forever rest will serve me the best Peace will be true not a word among the rest. But if you wish to let go of worries you hold Here's some advice you should put to mould If you fill your head with laughter, Make yourself *** with pride You'll let yourself forget that everyone shall die.
A glow off the pavement and grass with dew drops wet, Lives in memory one won't forget. Gray but glowing streets and shiny water dots, Every tree speckled with sparkly silver spots. the boy who jumps puddles finds much fun, A joy that isn't given with the yellow sun. His knees become wet and his boots full of mud His raincoat of water and his hat soaked through, He full of fun calls to you. after rain comes a rainbow that lights up the sky, Where you lay down a picnic and lay down to sigh. Beauty through colour and beauty of glow In the midst of it all you can let go.
Everything is the same. No matter what joy it used to bring Or the irritating vary thing. Gray is the colour I seem to say Unjoyous and bland Thus the cuts on her hand No colour no mother Or texture or glee Everything is the same No need to see. Parts of ones world bring nothing to one There's no light without the sun Grey like the pavement and clouds that spray rain Nothing remains not even pain Empty. Sullen. Boring. The words of us Altogether in one gray luss.