Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am the thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in a mornings rush,
I am the swift up lifting rush.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there, I did not die.

(i did not write this. i'm not sure who did, but all credit goes to the author.)

Don't cry pretty girl,
you're sweeter than tears.
Lift your head up pretty girl,
let laughter be near.
Laughter is desiring your company pretty girl.
It wants to be your friend
Don't worry about me pretty girl,
I'll be fine when you are.
Please stay my pretty girl.

Hello dear friend.
We just met, but you seem so familiar to me.
How are you dear friend?
You seem as happy as happy can be.
Are you like me dear friend?
Do you hold in your aches so others can't see?
Are you strong dear friend?
Do you put on a brave face to be a safe-house for the weak?
You are like me then, my dear friend.