Here Is the Place - Empathy Test

Drive me slow, down the road

Sound the horn on every bend

Bow your heads, respect the dead

For he had many, many friends

Now follow the road, through the tunnel of trees

To the big, wide open field

And take a left, up the muddy track

To the house where I grew up…

And here is the place, when I die

I want you to bury me

Beneath this old, willow tree

Enough of an epitaph for me

And here is the place, when I die

I want you to bury me

These friendly roots will hold my bones

And I will never be alone

Stop the car, on the track

Stoop to kiss me — I can’t kiss you back

Shed no tears, for all the years

You’ve made up for what I lacked

And heave me up, to head height

On the shoulders of my friends

And lay me down, on the lawn

When all the curtains have been drawn…

And here is the place, when I die

I want you to bury me

Beneath this old, willow tree

Enough of an epitaph for me

And here is the place, when I die

I want you to bury me

These friendly roots will hold my bones

And I will never be alone