When they lower my body six feet in the ground …
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 embalmed …
As your whispering with your friends …” Now look at him there”…
Please make sure … they did their best with my hair …
When … you return to your home … and reflect your own life … remember my words were penned with a knife …
If you remember anything… anything at all …” I’m already where you’ll soon be going”… I stand at the crossroads and call … as they lower your body …”CROSS OVER”…
Frankie The Earthman 