A Simple Wooden Cross

When my days have come and gone
And I am laid to rest
Put me not in fields of stone
But heed my last request
Lay me in a valley green
Where trees and flowers thrive
For this is where I longed to be
When my body was alive
Take no thought of slate with words
Chiseled on its face
But leave a simple wooden cross
There in my favorite place
Remember when the wind blows cold
On dark nights of your heart
My spirit always stays with you
From you will never part
For I am am there and everywhere
Not under sod and moss
The only thing thats left there now
Is a somple wooden cross

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