Paper Rifles - Cemetery Sea

My last will and my testament
Will be found in spray and in salted scent
This wood might float but it won't hold fast
So I raise a smile as I breathe my last

I'll join the tide and I'll fill the swell
With a headstone carved out of sand and shells
There are no hymns down here, only songs sung soft
To the rolling mass with the ships to toss

Lay me down to sleep and bury me
In an open grave in a cemetery sea

Written by:
Jon Dick

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