On My Way To the Grave

ON MY WAY TO THE GRAVE how i wish you could hear this by me i died not of cancer but of love not seen now a befitting funeral to dust you give you let me untended like a forgotten olive you now sing me a lullaby i will not kiss a smile that i will not get to say i miss where were you! when the last i breath who give a damn about that suit -thick a hypocrite you never was they found in you love stop deceiving those mourning with your epigram never was i what you call me now-your dove it is too late for on my way shan't see me stand