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 on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.
I am proud to wear black
So there's no going back
I have discovered the inner me
Now I know my true identity
No more fighting blues and depression
No need for violence or aggression
The darker side of my being
Has revealed other ways of seeing
A community of friends
Whose concern never ends
Enveloped by darkness
And a world of kindness
It seems that the outsiders of society
Have stolen my dark soul in its entirety
So welcome the new day
I have found a different way
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