Find Me
We are all made from dust
One day when I die
And my body is burnt to ash,
How will you find me, when my body is no longer there?
How will you know it's me,
If my body is buried deep beneath the ground?
How will you be able to reach me,
To hold me in your arms?
My biggest fear isn't dying,
It's being apart from you.
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