Golden Land

Don't fret,

 in my honesty I have not one regret,

I walked that valley with twists and turns,

The massive sun overhead burns,

I walk to clear my foggy head,

I walk to be here amoungst the dead. 

Tombstones and monuments here lie,

I think about what it must mean to die. 

Where does thy spirit go after?

Does it falter or rest forever?

Do you hear thy ancestor's laughter? 

I walk this valley of death today,

To keep myself from going astray.

I know soon I will join those who are here,

I know soon that I will be  the  ground there. 

If you visit me someday in that golden land,

Reach out and take my spiritual hand.