WHEN THE GLASS
SITS
EMPTY
THAT FINAL DROP
SLIDING
SLOWLY
DOWN
ITS SIDE
CAST ME
TO THE MORNING
BREEZE
SET
MY SPIRIT
FREE
LAY ME NOT
IN
SOME
SATIN BOX
NO
SILK PILLOW
FOR
MY HEAD
TOSS
MY REMNANTS
TO
THE
RUSHING WATERS
SET
MY
SPIRIT FREE
WHEN
MY
BONES
FALL
TO DUST
SCOOP
THEM
UP
IN
A
PAPER SACK
HURL IT
HIGH
TOWARDS
THE
SKY
OF
BLUE
LET
THE
DUST
SCATTER
ALL
ABOUT
LAY
ME
NOT
IN
A
DEEP
BLACK
HOLE
SET
MY
SPIRIT FREE


jSweptson