Grave

There's no grave, there's no grave for me to see.
How can I live without knowing if he ever was
and without knowing how can I ever be?
I need the soil, I need the cross,
I need to pray, I need the decay
to be sure of life.
But there's no grave to tell me he lived.
So to be sure of life - I'll just take mine.

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