This day that reminds me, Of this pain inside my head, That makes me crawl out of my bed In the middle of the night, as my tears begin to shed, This constant reminder that keeps me sad, Valentine's day for me is dead.
Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep. I am in a thousand winds that blow, I am the softly falling snow. I am the gentle showers of rain, I am the fields of ripening grain. I am in the morning hush, I am in the graceful rush Of beautiful birds in circling flight, I am the starshine of the night. I am in the flowers that bloom, I am in a quiet room. I am in the birds that sing, I am in each lovely thing. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there. I do not die.
2 comments on me. Outch it hurts!:
o god, ainda com akilo na cabeça?
Nothing its dead only the things we dont want to.
Remember Death only brings another life...
Kisses ^^
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