When I die
I want to be laid to rest in the meadows.
I want to be remembered for who I was,
and the things I might do someday.
I hope people will miss me,
though I cannot guarantee that.
I hope my children will tell the stories of their dad to my grandchildren with ease.
I dont know when I may go,
but when I do,
remember that I was here,
and don't let me travel to the land of the
*forgotten