If I should ever walk the fields of Elysium,
Then look for what I have left behind in places upon high
Or deep dark valleys where the secret people dwell.
The places where mysteries still remain, and wisdom is found by the foolhardy.
Listen for me in the depth of the night and the breaking of dawn.
For I shall be as a spec of dust that catches your eye,
Never sure if I were there or not.
As quiet as the opening of a daisy, but you shall know I'm there.
You can feel it with your mind, my hand on your shoulder,
My comfort when your down.
My love that never died.
