Chris Crossed

I am the sound, the sun, a road 
The one less traveled by - uknown
I am a song, a psalm, a poem
The ones I played, and sang, and spoke
I am the sea, a wave, her boat
I'm sand and ceremonial smoke
I'm solid like my love, a stone
I"m happy here, I'm finally home
There is one thing that isn't, though:
I'm not what's hanging from their rope
I did not sign a suicide note
Nope
XO