stand at my grave and weep
you may stand at my grave and weep
while my remains remain there still
come on the nights you cannot sleep
remember why you marked this place
reclaim the others I once walked
and leave this one a mourning space
bring flowers, bought or picked by hand
and water them with fresh salt tears
then lay them down upon the land
am I in the winds that blow?
or in the stars that shine at night?
neither you nor I can know
stand here at my grave and cry
because I died and you did not
then let the moment pass you by
so long as you remember me
you know exactly where I'll be.