Do not stand at my grave

Do not stand at my grave and weep.

I am that unspoken words you have to speak.

Even if I'm not there you have to sleep.

I do stand in all your soul,

Arcadia can bring me to you all.

I am that smile of a raw child,

like the first love, soft and mild.

I am right in front of you,

in cheerfulness you always knew.

Do not stand at my grave and wail,

I am not there. I did not die.