Ashes
Let them spread my ashes,
On the ground by the tree.
I'll come back as a sheet of paper,
So She can write on
How much she misses me.
I'll lay there on her night stand.
Watching over her,
While She Sleeps.
If a tear shall fall.
I'll be there,
To catch it,
Rolling off her cheek.
Copyright © Steve Coleman | Year Posted 2022
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