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Mar 2016
I went down to the St. Francis Memorial
A morgue built over broken hearts
I found a rose and I pinned it to my clothes
As I tore my family apart

Let me go, let me go in peace
Let me rest without any pain
I don't want to be praised or spiritually saved
I just want my memory to remain

Send me home, send me home dear mother
Wherever it is that you may be
And in the evening sun when the day is done
Please don't shed a tear for me

As I walk along St. Francis Memorial
Looking at the name on every stone
Nothing hurts worse than the sight of a hearse
Driving through the tombstones alone
Jordan Rowan
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