When I die leave my body in the woods, the wolves would be more gentle that any man could
I've seen the cruelty of man, their hearts are cold, and their souls are stained.
But in the forest, there's a different way, where the wolves show kindness in their own way.
The howl of the wolf is a song of the wild, a melody that soothes my restless soul.
I'll leave my body to the earth and sky, to return to nature, when the time comes to die.
Leave my body to the crows so that they can take my eyes out as their treasure, and as they look into my dead eyes, see how cruel the world is
The wind blows through the trees, the river flows to the sea, the earth holds all my pain, and set my spirit free.
The world may be harsh, but nature knows no hate, the cycle of life continues, and all will be set right.
Lay me in a field of green and let the beetles feed upon me, let them take my bones back home, and warn their children of people
Though the world can be cruel, and life can be unkind, there's still beauty to be found, in the earth, and in my mind.
Though the pain may feel so strong, it's not the end of the story, nature gives us hope and strength and a chance for a new glory.
When I pass, burn my body to ash and set me free and to flow through the wind so that my memories still live to sing another song
Though the shadows may linger, and the pain feels never-ending, there's still light to be found if we look beyond the bending.
Let us open our eyes to the beauty all around, for life is a precious gift, and our purpose can be profound
When I die, place me in a field of flowers so I'd be held one last time, and its love will bring me life so that it wasn't all a waste
Though the shadows may linger, and the pain feels never-ending, there's still light to be found if we look beyond the bending.
So let us open our eyes and find the beauty all around, for life is a precious gift, our love will never fade, even when we're gone.
I wanna be like the girl who hung her rapist strong and powerful. I want to show the world that what I said to the sky was who I was, not the words i cried into the ground
Though we may feel lost, and pain may fill our days, our spirits can rise again and find a brighter way.
For in the darkest night, the light will always find us, and in the deepest pain, our love will always bind us.
So let us look to the sky and find the beauty in life, for we are more than our tears, more than our strife
