Bury Me with the Poets
Bury me with the poets in the hour of my death.
Bury me with the poets in the hour of my death.
Turn my ashes into paper, mix the ink into my breath.
Send me to the shores where my brothers found their rest.
Bury me with the poets in the hour of my death,
Let my silence speak louder then all the words that I've said
Deliver me to Herod hes been waiting for my head,
Meet me at the Jordan, beyond the water's edge.
Simply beautiful!