In the event of my demise
when my heart can beat no more
swim not in pool of tears
for i have sketched above the horizons of life
and was too tired to think
and change of subject was too much for me
i came up it fast enough with death behind me
and can't make you see when it all started
but to face it now in cold blood,
i shall sleep as if the stones were feathers bed
and rise before sun set
to place my soul on the moon where love is hidden.