
From dust, I was made to dust. I will return The chances are great I will end up in an urn It costs too much to have a big old funeral With a large casket spray of beautiful Petunias Nobody wants to spend my money on me Wanting to transfer it into their Bank account you see Well if the truth is told it's only gold It matters nothing to me after I'm cold I didn't bring anything into this world with me I will take nothing with me when I'm set free February 24, 2024 Mark Waldrop








