When I remember that someday I will leave
This wishy washy cunning difficult life
I wonder if I should laugh or cry
Or should just do all I can to leave marks
To engrave my names on a rock
To leave behind works that would speak words
It’s a wide, wild, weird, woeful earth
Yes, I will be gone with no regrets
Cos’ I have walked on sands and left footprints
I have cried in the dust and left tear drops
I have tilled the ground and left plenty grains
Amidst deceit and heart breaks
I have gotten married and had children
Amidst rebellions, my children are role models
They have been proven by test and time
While my body rotten away in the soil
My name will remain on the lips
While my soul returns to the giver
My works remain as a proof of life gone
Where I could not speak, my works reach
The story will keep spreading that
There once lived a man whose life was worthy
Whose words has healed
Whose pen has written
Whose life was a sample
With knowledge of this certain fact
Should I still mourn this day yet to come
