Do not stand at my grave and weep
i am not their, i do not sleep.
I am the wind that blows, i am the diamonds
that glints on snow.
I am the sunshine on a spring morning,
i am as gentle as a autumn rain.
you,ll awaken to the birds a signing
i am the stars that shine bright
on a cold winter night.
Don’t stand at my grave and
cry i am not their.
I did not die
i am the shadow of darkness