Do not stand at my urn and weep Do not lose slumber nor sleep For I am not there I am in the smile that you brandished upon first sight at your newborn I am in a state where there is absolutely no lovelorn. I am Free. I have surpassed this temporary world and all of its restrictions There is no need for an itinerary nor prescriptions. I am in the laughter that you shared with friends and family I am Free I am in that love song that you sing when you are happy I tell you that I know that I know that I know that I am free. I am in those last few dollars you came across when you Thought that you were totally broke! I am in Heaven in celestial surroundings alive and awoke! I am Free. I am in that touchdown that you scored in the last quarter I am the vessel that quenches your thirst I am cool ice and ever flowing water. So please do not stand at my urn and cry For I am not there I have earned my wings to fly. Get on over to the repast Play some music loud and fast Because I am Free.
CandyLady#3000
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Do Not Stand At My Urn & Weep (For Ollie Sylvester Scott
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