A day will come when I feed the earth
My body consumed by moss
My bones will have nothing left to hold
My soul no longer lost
The worms will know the way I taste
The rain will hide my tears
The grass will root in place of veins
My heart will know no fear
Still, my soul will reach for you
And stretch beyond its bounds
While some may pray to a god for peace
In you, my religion was found
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