Do you think they'll send flowers to my graveside, so barren, so empty? Will they say all those pretty things that they think they always meant to? Will they give a god-****, when the dog collared man, pulls a clump of live earth from the graveside and then lets it fall? Did they ever care at all?
Do you think they can finally stop all the family bickering? And walk from the graveside hands held, like they did as young children? And as the cars pull away, for the tenth time today, through walls built so high that the dead cannot breach them. With tears in their eyes - what lesson were you trying to teach them?
So give me no flowers kept fresh by the tears of torn hearts, Bring only your memories of the good times we've shared in the past. For I am now free. In every bird, in every flower, in every tree.