When my time passes And there’s no breath left in me, Take my ashes to the oceans And set my spirit free. There I can rejoin my friends There I will not be alone. There I can make my amends There I won’t be unknown.
Far too much blood spilled onto this planet Makes its way to the sea. The raining of blood by droplet Rejoining there finally.
Don’t leave me in the cold, cold ground. No – No imprisoned tomb for me. Let the waves be my stone bound An anxious tide, my cemetery.
There I can float on endless waves A moving monument to see. And if you leave a tear on my grave I can float it away with me…
I have never understood the fascination with burials. At some point we need to grow up and realize why burying a person ever started. Think about it. The answer is staring you right between your eyes. Still don't know? What is between your eyes? Urggg. Your nose silly...