Bury Yourself

Follow your fate to the end

I pray it brings you to my grave

Will you my flowers tend

As under dirt I myself lay


Search for it until you fade

Then my cold fingers will warm

They will ask you for a trade

And your soul will be torn


When the mist lies on hill tops

The breeze will carry a song

Your tears are the raindrops

That cleanse my wrongs


The dew will rise from the earth

And the clouds will hide

You will find what is your worth

When you have tried


Nestled among the valleys

Lay your dreams of all

And here comes the finale

As the last leaf falls


Bury yourself in my grave

Sing your chorus alone

Upon your stone engrave

As shut your mouth is sewn


-Ellen Marie

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