When I die, I don't need any roses
I could have smelt them, while alive,
marvel at their amazing beauty
while I was still alive.
When I die, I don't want any music
It's been tormenting my soul far too long
and my heart's been bleeding oceans
while alive.
When I die, don't wipe any tears,
You could have cried a thousand times
whenever I did - in your absence
while alive.
When I die, I do not want a grave
Nor a coffin,
I've been living in a box all my life.

Just light the fire!
Let it burn my flesh.
It has burnt all my soul already.
Now - let it finish up what it started
- while I was alive.
Then, don't bother to put my ashes
in a beautiful urn,
it is a box as well..
no matter how bright - still a box.
Just leave my ashes right there
so that I can rise again.