For The Dead

With every wind I hear you sing
You will be fine
With every note stuck in your throat
This is your time but
Everyone is just walking away from me
Am I really that nasty ?
All the dust and dirt affects my skin
Everyone is just turning away from me
Am I really that filthy
Its cold and dark, let me in
Im in love with this land of plenty
Full of folks that still are friendly
Ive lost my will, still I see some hope
Give me a rope, Ill take it gladly
Find me a tree, make it sturdy
Bye, ma
Its my time to go
Yes, this ones for the dead