Do not shed a tear for me as I draw my final breath.
Our perceptions though be different...I see life and you see death.
It may have been a violent matter, or I may have just fallen asleep,
But shed ye not a tear for me, as you bow your head to weep

I may have shed a tear or two, before this came about
For the world and what I'll miss...my destination leaves not doubt.
Though you may weep in public, or in your solitude,
The tears are for those left behind, for me, please do not brood."

But if you must, tis normal, to shed a tear or two,
Alas for me sing a cheerful psalm, then shed the tears for you.
For my journey's just beginning, in a near or far off land.
And after your time of grieving, just reach out...I'll touch your hand.

And when it feels familiar, just smile and know its true,
The tears you shed weren't for me, the tears were shed for you.