Ask me where I wish to be inhumed after I depart this life, And I'd tell you I wish it to be a tranquil place. But don't question me where my tranquil dwelling is, for I don't know. I don't know if peace is in a world without bloodshed Or in a world without dolour. From cradle to grave I pined to know where serenity bides, If it is in the hushed woods or in the flowing water.
So inhume me where you think peace is, for I've failed to unearth the key to that query. Inhume me in a world without bloodshed or one without dolour. And if there's no place as such, Inhume me in your heart.