Slowly the wind blew over the grave
spreading outwards my voice as a moan,
Beware the result of your actions and deeds
for life has its own lil ways to pay you back,
Rewarding or punishing you for all you do
from day to day, and year to year.
Listen carefully and mark well my words
for tonight is the last it shall be heard,
As death has claimed my soul
and my spirit is withering away,
My thoughts and wisdom are leaving me
and shall be shared no more.
Tonight I impart this final gift to you
that you may go where I could not,
To travel upon paths I could only dream of
and see that which I could not,
Keep your head clear of all that bogs you down
keeping your life as your own!
Dedicated 8/23/2005 to all the world
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