"Gravedigger, when you dig my grave,
Could you make it shallow,
So that I can feel the rain?"
Sings Dave Matthews on my iPod.
Powerful chords, the music takes me
To a place of understanding, of oneness
With the desire both to be in the grave
And to feel the rain...to feel the rain.
All the pain, the drought of the soul
Would be over if I could only feel the rain.
Something useful may grow
From the tattered remains of this soldier.
Everyone could then see that my part
In the War, the violence, the killing
Was worth something - what, I do not know,
But something useful may grow...
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