If the leaves begin to rustle, don't be afraid that's just me, coming to listen to you.
So cry, but let it soften, Grieve, but let it be, and when tomorrow starts without me,
know you meant the world to me.
When tomorrow starts without me, don't search the room.
I'll be gone before the sunlight, but not gone too soon.
Don't think you could have saved me, you saved me every day.
And if you miss me, come visit my grave.
You don't need flowers, just bring what you feel.