Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not ther I do not sleep, I am the gentle autumn rain that helps wash away your grief and pain, I am the sparkly glints in the snow, when you wake in the mornings hush I am your swift uplfiting rush, like a ird in full flight, I am the stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there I did not die.