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”…
