When I'm dead and gone
Long after my time
Will anyone see if they bury me
With a troubled mind?
Beneath the ground
Where the sun will not shine
Will anyone know that I had to go
With a troubled mind?
I am not lonely
Not the worrying kind
But oh, how I suffer
From a troubled mind
When the Lord takes my hand
To the other side
Will anyone hear the sound of a tear
And a troubled mind?
I am not lonely
Not the worrying kind
But oh, how I suffer
From a troubled mind
When they lay me down
At the end of my life
Will I be alone, the words on my stone
A troubled mind?
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