DO NOT CRY AT MY GRAVE
DO NOT CRY AT MY GRAVE,
I, AM NOT THERE,
I, AM THE WIND THAT BLOWS,
IN THE MOVEMENT OF THE LEAVES ON THE TREES,
I, AM THE SPARKLE OF THE STARS ON A DARK NIGHT,
AND IN THE RIPPLE OF THE MOVING WATERS,
DO NOT CRY AT MY GRAVE,
I, AM NOT THERE...
I, AM THE LAUGHTER OF CHILDREN,
AND THE COOLNESS OF A SUMMER RAIN,
SEE ME IN THE BEAUTY OF WILD FLOWERS,
AND THE CALMNESS OF THE DAWN,
DO NOT CRY AT MY GRAVE,
I, AM NOT THERE...
MY SPIRIT SOARS IN A BETTER PLACE,
WHERE GOODNESS AND PEACEFULNESS LIVES,
I FEEL NO MORE PAIN,
I, AM WITH MY CREATOR NOW,
I HAVE GONE HOME.
DO NOT CRY AT MY GRAVE,
I, AM NOT THERE.
WRITTEN BY:
JOYCE MOUNTAIN LION KOZIC
MARCH 12, 2003
Reflections of Mountain Lion
Email: mlwatchs@aol.com
