Though I stand tall
above my grave, tilling
the earth in preparation
of my stay, I still see
my life running steadily
away. Not as I lifelessly wait,
nor as I helplessly chase,
but as I try to collect the
dreams he dares face.
Though I stand tall
above my grave, tilling
the earth in preparation
of my stay, I still see
my life running steadily
away. Not as I lifelessly wait,
nor as I helplessly chase,
but as I try to collect the
dreams he dares face.