Death is an Asset
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep
I am a thousand light years away,
I am the oats that start your day.
I am your squats down to the grass,
I am the muscle in your mass.
I am a star up in the sky,
I am the bar that you lift high.
When your mind begins to drift,
I am the rush that lends you a lift.
When people stare and admire,
I am your charm, I am your fire.
When your life seems like it’s trapped under ice,
I am there to motivate and give you advice.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die
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