My gravestone
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep
I am a thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glints in the snow
I am the sunlight on ripen grain
I am the gentle Autumn's rain
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush of
quiet birds incircled flight
I am the soft star that shines at night
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there, I did not die
Im lost, exposed
Stranger things will come your way
Its just Im scared
Got hurt along time ago
I cant make myself heard no matter how hard I scream
Ohh sensation
Sin, slave of sensation
Full fed yet I still hunger
Torn inside
Haunted I tell myself, yet I still wander
Down, inside, its tearing me apart
At last, relief
A mothers son has left me sheer
The shores I seek
Are crimson tastes devine
I cant make myself heard, no matter how hard I scream
Ohh sensation
Sin slave of sensation
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