Don'T Grieve For Me

Don't grieve for me when I am gone
Don't stand in awe, thinking that I've fallen down
The truth is I was never here in your perfect world
I never did fit in  your robust life
Your lives were full of the things you desired
You never really knew me or how I was inspired
Don't grieve, don't stand in awe
You say you were there, ready to share
but you never knew that I had fears
or that at night to go to sleep
I had to shed some tears
You say you loved me
But you didn't even know me
Don't grieve for me when I am gone
Don't stand in awe, thinking that I've fallen down
Why is it that you never knew of my gifts,
my goodness, of my sorrows, of my pains
Were you looking, did you see
Now the time has come and gone
My presence here was only a loan
My time may be short, it may not be
It will be my delight my loved ones  to see
Since they left me I have been so lonely
Nobody else had such love for  me
Did you know; did you care
Or did you for my mistakes, only stare
Don't grieve for me when I am gone
Don't stand in awe, thinking that I've fallen down
For me the fall is an uphill journey
Don't weep for me when you would not wash my feet
When you maintained joy as I greived in defeat
During the seasons of my life
when you passed me on the street
to you I was only a stranger begging for a treat
I am taking the road already traveled
The road of my Father, see.. I shall not be unraveled
Don't grieve for me when I am gone
Don't stand in awe, thinking that I've fallen down
The stranger, that you did not know
the begger that only desired a treat
would have washed your feet
This stranger  could have been 
the one sent to show that we must all
care enough to share another out of dispare
Copyright © | Year Posted 2006

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