Don't hate me when I'm gone, please I did it for you.
No more worrying if everything's ok and true.
If you read this I hope you read it to late.
Don't worry now, I'll meet you by the lake.
Down cold where the winds whipping your straight.
We can see each other, hold each other in every single wake.
But you have to meet me by the good ole lake.
© Brandi.W.