One strand after the other
The girl's slender fingers
Making knots in a delicate form
She kept going and going
Until she finally asked her mum,
"Don't you think it looks good
Wrapped around my neck?"

Seeing people smile,
makes me wonder why
Why do do they smile when I do not?
Why are they happy when I am not?

Is something wrong with me?
There must be for I feel no glee
I am not happy nor am I sad
I feel nothing and it makes me mad

Sometimes I feel I have reached the feeling
Only to realize it's still unfulfilling
For years i have yearned
To find the answer I have now learned

An empty feeling, there would always lie
Inside my chest 'til the day I die
I would be happy and I would be sad,
Just not always and that isn't bad

Yearning for something unknown,
is a feeling that makes me groan
But it reminds me why I like to feel,
I feel so that living would seem real

Do not stand at my grave and weep..
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a 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 awake in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft star-shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry..
I am not there. I did not die.