Philosophy Of A Gravedigger

It is not

the winter breeze,

you are not

the movement of the seas.

have you eyes?

clear youll see

clear as day

that this is me

but you are you

and once youre gone

we go blue

we make songs

dont think its true

whats done is done

at least for you.

well pack our bags

this place were through

take what you know

and what you do.

life is but a school

learn not to subdue,

so here, to you,

i lift this brew.