If I die please don't be sad
But rather smile for what I once was.
Think of me
Think of me as the one who always wore black
When everyone else was wearing white.
Think of me again
When you see me in the wood-
-For this time I will be the one wearing white.
Think of me as the sun and think of me as the storm
For as much as I tried to be the light
I always ended up grey and pouring.
I do not ask much of this life
I only hope to have done something good
maybe even only once.
I do ask one thing of you,
The first and last to read my word
To you I bear my soul, and ask-
Please don't let me be forgotten
for I was never scared of death
but of oblivion.