If I ever disappear, you will find my pieces green hills and blue waters
If you want to find my body, you'll find it on that pier in Galway
Eyes like the water, rain on my face
If you want to find my heart, it's seated on the Cliffs of Moher
The winds may blow your step off course, but I'll be watching the waves break in time with my own being, steadfast to the chill
If you want to find my soul, it's rested in Portlaoise
I'm at the Rock of Dunamase, watching the sun as it rises for all those I would leave behind, sinking on my horizon
If you seek my name, you will find it in Limerick with the fathers of my fathers
Seventeen times, the name was passed and the stone was carved to match
If you seek my name, you will try to find it in Kilkenny, with the mothers of my mothers
You will find the history in the record's ashes, lost to memory
There may be a time that I disappear, but that does not mean I am lost
My pieces linger and I seek them, as you would
One does not find themself in disappearing, but one might find peace in places that touched them
In disappearing, know that I have returned not to the land, but to myself
If I ever disappear, know that I will be found the green hills, the blue waters, and the feeling of being whole, once more
