by Chase Brimrock

Created on: October 18, 2007

There comes a time when all of us,
fall stone cold and dead,
When you bury me here's a must,
I want a stone above my head.

Make sure that it tells,
about the life that I had,
of all the happy chimes and bells,
none at all of the sad.

Put me under a wide oak tree,
where the leaves turn yellow in fall,
So the beauty will run deep with me,
after I answer God's call.

Put me next to my wife,
family and friends,
put me where, for all your life,
Our legacy will not end.

Passing of life is not the end,
for my story will be told,
Upon my writings, the message send,
that I just grew too old.

When you bury me,
put me in the shade,
of that lovely old oak tree,
where my soul will be saved.

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