I visited your gravestone today
The traffic was bad along the way
The paint was chipping off your name
I remember the day they lowered you
Down
Twenty silent people crowded around
I threw dirt on you that day remember the last time I saw vour face
So cold, in white satin and lace Death mask firmly held in place
I'll never have a gravestone like you
Worn with time with cracks in view
My ashes will be cast on the waves
My ashes will be cast on the waves.