I have been sleeping here
Under the birches that lined the way
To nowhere in particular
I lie in the embrace
Of brambles and weeds
Where sunlight
Is never quite invited
But where small miracles can take place.
Because I left
A long time ago.
A long time ago.
Gone are the days
When the wind carried my voice
When the wind carried my voice
A breath across your brow
The sound just like forget-me-nots
Sighing in the oddly still air
Of another sundown.
Because I went
A long time ago.
A long time ago.
I'm barely a part of this world
Ground to the thinnest state of existence
Not even white bones in a box
Under a faded stone
Not even a face nor a scent
In any mind alive.
Because I was
A long time ago.
A long time ago.
Ashes in a dust cloud
As someone walks over my grave
I rise again for a short while
Please try to remember my name
As you tread softly on my bed
In that place where birches line the way
To nowhere at all.
Because I died
A long time ago.
A long time ago.
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