My funeral

2:36 Two thousand years and twenty more And I thought I was weaker than I had ever been before But the moonlight's rays hit the water below And it was now or never to swim to the Garden, and, oh Did she push and pull, tryin' to get me to drown? But the lilies in my mind began to run around As I gripped and dragged myself along the dirt I turned back to face the girl I loved for all of my hurt Said, “My dear, this is it, I have got to go” And she faded in the deep and murky water below