Egypt remembers

"Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow;
I am the River Nile that flows.
I am the sunlight on desert sands;
I am the soft touch of a loved ones hand.
I am there in the morning prayer,
When believers ask for God’s grace and care;
And in the quiet of the morning hush,
And in the hustle of the noonday rush.
I am present in the Egyptian heart,
My memory lives, it never departs!
And as the pyramids stand strong and tall,
I was there with the regime fall.
I was there with peace, unity and love,
And now I watch you from above.
I am the stars that shine at night.
I am the martyr of the freedom fight!
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die."