Do not stand at my grave and cry
be brave for i did not die
do not sit on my tomb and weep
the wounds shouldn't be that deep
i did not die
am the ground beneath your sole
am the conscience within your soul
am the shadow that walks along with you
am the morning breath that awakens you
am that heartbeat that goes everywhere with you
am the change of season after last
am the anchor of your memories
am the motion in any wind
the drop in the rain
the hot in the sun
like a sun i rise
like a sun i set
so weep not my friend
i did not die
the grave is just a symbol of my memories
do not fill your heart with regret
for i am always besides you
Walking the days with you.
be brave for i did not die
do not sit on my tomb and weep
the wounds shouldn't be that deep
i did not die
am the ground beneath your sole
am the conscience within your soul
am the shadow that walks along with you
am the morning breath that awakens you
am that heartbeat that goes everywhere with you
am the change of season after last
am the anchor of your memories
am the motion in any wind
the drop in the rain
the hot in the sun
like a sun i rise
like a sun i set
so weep not my friend
i did not die
the grave is just a symbol of my memories
do not fill your heart with regret
for i am always besides you
Walking the days with you.
This is so phenominal,so unbelievable but yet so real and familiar to many souls that echoes lost emotions to their beloved ones,by the way im abel mabina frm S.A it was really nice to come across such a great read its real inspirational
ReplyDeletemuch honoured abel..keep it locked.
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