| If I be dead |
| and my body found |
| do not place it |
| in the ground |
| and not a drop |
| of blood I give |
| I'll need it where |
| I next shall live. |
| Lay my body |
| to it's ash |
| so I may start |
| again, at last, |
| and spread that ash |
| upon the sea |
| for there is where |
| my soul will be. |
| Life is for living |
| and giving your best |
| mourn me no longer |
| in this small request ~ |
| take a balloon |
| and set it free |
| as it sails into blue, |
| just think of me ~ |
| For where I am gone |
| be not afraid |
| it is a place |
| that life is made. |
| In a new beginning, |
| not an end, |
