I had no choice to where to be born

But if I could choose where to die

I would choose where the Lilacs grow

And where the river runs wide.

I would go where no War has been

And from hate, no one has died

I would go where the Birds fly high

And where the tree tops touch the sky.

I would go where the water is blue

And where the land is painted green

I would go where nature plays her song

And it is nothing more than serene.

For a Man lives such a mournful life

And I think it is just fitting and right

For him to find His own place to go

When it becomes His time to die.

For I would like to go where the word is peace

When it becomes my time to go

Where sadness and pain is never felt

And their aftermath is never known.

I would like to go where hunger is fed

And misery is a forgotten word

I would like to go where love is sewn

And where, “ I don’t care” is never heard.

So when it becomes my time to leave

I won’t go with Mans sorrows or fears

I hope to be buried in a peaceful place

And I hope not, to cause much tears.

For where to be born I had no choice

But where to choose to finally lie

I would like to go where on my tombstone they’d write, 

“Hate and Sorrow Knew His Name, But Peacefully Here He Died”…..

RANDY L. McCLAVE