Zen Carnival Beneath White
Now is the time when my life comes to pass
My body failing with ills beyond repair
I am alone this moment but I do not despair
I have lived and now I go
Let it snow when I die
As living things beneath white lie
Blanketed in pure softness there
In quiet fields and forests fair
How different now than I'd e'er conceived
When my blood pulsed strong and pure
Calm as my body no longer in montion
As passing nears
Let it snow when I die
As living things beneath white lie
Blanketed in pure softness there
In quiet fields and forests fair
All I have loved now gone
No friend have I for rememberance shared
Greive not for me you my stranger
For these things no longer I bleed
Let it snow when I die
As living things beneath white lie
Blanketed in pure softness there
In quiet fields and forests fair
