I am carving my grave stone,
I am carving it very well,
let them say I am insane,
Do I really care?

I want to live, the way I want,
even when I am gone…
How am I supposed to explain?
they always interpret me wrong.

The day my heart ceases beating,
church bell will ring,
I am forming tunes for her,
and songs for birds to sing.

Peace I always craved for,
I know, I will get there for sure.
Do I want to be an angel
Or being tooth fairy will be better?