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Bury me in the sky This is how I say goodbye Bury my bones within the sky Do not weep or ask God why Just bury these feelings in the sky If my light still shines up there so high Can I be gone? Or will I just fly? I’d bet eternity I could pass by If you’ll just bury me in the sky Truth is found and friends are lost For how much, we don’t yet know the cost Darkness could be the only reply When you bury me in the sky Your tears will fall like rain on me But at that moment I will finally see All that the world has meant to me When you bury me in the sky This is my last and righteous will And when my ashes are left to till I will be singing up there still Bury my soul in the sky A palette of grey will I assume When the fire does consume This fragile frame, I’m leaving it soon When I bury it in the sky When the sun shines down on you Just know that I’m there, smiling too Maybe you can see me wave goodbye When I’m buried in the sky Please, No long weeping, no sorrow filled hall. remember me with dancing and reveling in the halls. Party hearty my beloved friends and kin. For where my simple life ends, another surely begins no need to fret or so sigh for me The clouds as a pillow, the thermals a bed The birds for a lullaby, floating around my head And the stars whisper to me on high “We’re glad you are buried with us, in the sky” The pain of life is of no concern For the wants of life I no longer yearn But with angels I now fly After you bury me in sky. Will you miss me when I am gone? When we’ve sung our last sweet song. Had our last kiss and that last tender sigh, Will you mourn when you bury me in the sky? I don’t believe the Reaper is Grim. His job is normal, only to him. I will not begrudge him when he says its time, For my soul to rise and fly. It’s another page of the book called life The one that’s filled with joy and strife. I will be fearful, I cannot lie, As I’m buried up in the sky. Friends lost will be found, When my feet leave the ground. Those who I’ve loved will draw me nigh, When I am buried in the sky. So do not fret and do not cry, Because this will be my reply. When my time comes I’ll only smile, And say “please won’t you bury me in the sky?” |