Don't Bury Me
There is a funeral making its way down the high way,
cars alway come to a halt
there are people like me searching for a better way
to live their lives.
I lived a good life you'll hear them say
as tears go down and soak the ground
the reap crept in and took my breath away
in the middle of the night.
they celebrate the life I had
it's like my best party only happened when I died.
they gather around to pay respects
while their souls are searching for the light.
so please don't come to me on my dying day
just let me go in peace
with all the things I've forgot to say,
racing through my mind are the words I wish I've said.
but don't bury me under ground,
just burn my body in a box
and let my ashes blow with the wind
out in the night, sky high.