When I am gone and no more
My voice unheard, my image a vision
Whence all that I 'd' have left behind
Would be objects that have no life
Let those then that bring memories
Back, be strewn deep, deep
Into the valley of darkness
Not touched by daylight nor
by shining stars; Away from
Civilization; lest remembrances stir
Kind souls of a life worthless
At times burdensome, and at others
Pain inflicting, let not a tear
Be shed for a serviceless life.
A relieving thought it 'd' be then
That If cheer in life
I did not spread, sorrow
I brought to none in death.
