Buried

 

Let's go dig your hole now

I've got the shovels if you have the time

Don't try to talk me out of it now

I'm afraid your time has come

Walk with me through this dark field 

It will all be over soon

I brought some extra bullets and a thermos 

You want some hot tea?

How about a sandwich? 

Don't cry. It only makes it worse

I'll put down a marker so you won't be forgotten

When they ask where you are I will tell them the truth

You fled to the border. To a new life 

The "border" just happens to be underground