Turn not yearning eyes To gaze upon me Do not set your soul To follow me I am broken I am diseased My blood poured out Joins now the earth Now I know two sides of belief One constrains the other brings peace Now freed from the whelming gaze Trackless I wander and yet I am free Free to feel Free to live Take the body down Place it in the ground Mark not this grave Remember it no more Cast not mournful glances Bless not its memory Its mystery must remain Unsolved and forgotten Take me down Remember not Turn not yearning eyes To gaze upon me Do not set your soul To follow me I am broken I am diseased My blood poured out Joins now the earth Messenger wants to send you on a trip. Enter today. The meek will inherit the earth But the strong will destroy it first
gaze, poured, diseased, yearning, trackless