My Death

When my body dies
And the air I have possessed
Has left my lungs
And my heart's beat has come to rest
My staring eyes will have no more to see
Nor a single word more upon my tongue
My soul no longer any boundaries to test
And be there nothing left but bread and rum
Not tingle, nor touch in my fingertips
I will pray that no tears be shed by the ones I love
That no one raise a mournful fist
When my echo ceases in body
And the warmth has gone from my skin
My voice will be alive in spirit
And I'll be with you again
My ashes be spread
And my soul surrendered to grace
And in death,
I shall be remembered