That's Not Me

That's not me in that box I'll not be shrouded Or cushioned on silk Do not dress me in Cotten Perfect me for heaven I shall let nothing contain me As it's just a shell All muscle and sinew Fibre and hair Nothing I need now As I am As air That's not me in that box Perfectly place I'm not beautifully made up Hands praying on chest That's not me in that box Nothing shall hold me As God created me My soul was set free My love That's not I Looking like china with alabaster skin Close your eyes, listen Do you not see Slight change in the atmosphere As you stand close to me Please say you feel the warmth on your chest As I snuggle into you I breath in your neck If your fingers tingle I'm holding your hand I promise ill do this as long as I can The smell of white musk Creak on our stairs That's me my love I'll stay with your here Mum, dad It's not your girl In a casket of oak I can be part of the wind Or anything I like I can be for you The warmth of the sun Shimmer of leaves as dusk moves in I'll be your comfort As you cry and can't breath I'll hold you up if you stumble and scream I'll be for you Whatever brings ease I'll be memories of autumn, summer or spring Tangled Christmas lights and blackberry picking Warm hot baths Water bottles in winter For you I'll be anything That could make this easier That is not I Sealed within oak and cushioned on silk I am everything As everything is me I'll stay with you all For as long as you need