Do not Stand at my grave and weep

For when I am gone I am not really gone. I will still be there amidst whispers of the Unknown roads I walked And still triumphed. Do not stand at my grave and weep For when I am gone I am not really gone. I have packed my stars in your purse For I can still see when you make attempts to reach the stars. Do not stand at my grave and weep. For when I am gone I am not really gone. I am still there as a Sun on a land, Rains on barren earths As winds on an untouched sea As no love lost in a heart which Shall not choose to be a vagabond Do not stand at my grave and weep, For when I gone I am not really gone. I will remain in the minds and hearts I knew. For I shall also remain among the green luster Of grass and brown glow of hills For I loved also them.