I get to die here
Where will they bury you?
Will they remember you?
But I pray the earth won't cover my bones
How could it take so long to find some meaning?
All of those weights are gone
And my soul is fleeing through the grass and into gray
As dust and oil invade my veins
I get to die here
How will they send for you
When you have gone away?
But I found some worth in freeing myself from guile