When they lower my body… remember my words ..
back when I walked around…
If you place a rose upon my casket… remember my eyes… how I never masked them….
As you stare at my viewing… and look upon my calm… remember a couple of things…. including that I’m in embalmed…
As you whisper to your friends…” look at him there”… please make sure they did their best…with my cotton candy hair…
When you get back home… and reflect on your own life… realize my words were penned with a knife…
Should you remember anything… anything at all… I just caught the train before you did… I stand at the crossroads and call…” when they lower YOUR body”….
