There will be no roses on my grave
I do not want the red to mark where I lay
No people will mourn my life gone away
All the animals will retreat to the cave
People should cry at this untimely death
But no need to make so many trips
Because I just want to part my lips
And speak all the words that I once kept
There will be no fancy funeral
The coffin will shape who I am
I want them to remember who I was when
I didn't believe the race was so futile
So there will be no roses on my grave
Instead lay down lilacs
So every spring my scent will come back
And it will remind only you to be brave
Sep 28, 2015
Sep 28, 2015 at 12:34 PM UTC
There will be no roses on my grave
I do not want the red to mark where I lay
No people will mourn my life gone away
All the animals will retreat to the cave
People should cry at this untimely death
But no need to make so many trips
Because I just want to part my lips
And speak all the words that I once kept
There will be no fancy funeral
The coffin will shape who I am
I want them to remember who I was when
I didn't believe the race was so futile
So there will be no roses on my grave
Instead lay down lilacs
So every spring my scent will come back
And it will remind only you to be brave
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