CinderSchnauzer
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- Apr 26, 2006
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When I am gone, release me.
Let me go I have so many things to see and do.
You must not tie yourself to me with tears,
Be happy that we had so many years.
I gave you love.
You can only guess how much you gave me in happiness.
I thank you for the love each have shown,
But now it is time I travelled alone.
So grieve awhile for me if grieve you must,
Then let your grief be comforted by trust.
It is only for a while that we must part,
So bless those memories within your heart.
I will not be far away, for life goes on.
So if you need me, call and I will come.
Though you cannot see or touch me, I will be near.
And if you listen with your heart, you will hear
All of my love around you, soft and clear.
Then when you must come this way alone,
I will greet you with a smile and "welcome home"
Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there, I did not die.
Let me go I have so many things to see and do.
You must not tie yourself to me with tears,
Be happy that we had so many years.
I gave you love.
You can only guess how much you gave me in happiness.
I thank you for the love each have shown,
But now it is time I travelled alone.
So grieve awhile for me if grieve you must,
Then let your grief be comforted by trust.
It is only for a while that we must part,
So bless those memories within your heart.
I will not be far away, for life goes on.
So if you need me, call and I will come.
Though you cannot see or touch me, I will be near.
And if you listen with your heart, you will hear
All of my love around you, soft and clear.
Then when you must come this way alone,
I will greet you with a smile and "welcome home"
Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there, I did not die.