I imagine the thoughts of death so much
It feels as though they were of a distant memory
Fiddling with my past glory leaving behind my legacy
Impulsively charging to the end upholding my chivalry
A visionary dying for a dream that was revolutionary  
I was dying for greatness, dying to be part of history
Now that I lay dying I forgot how to truly live in own my stories
the sun has risen and cleared the mist morning has begun
flames upon candles flicker out and I too shall soon be gone
The world was my garden it was wide enough for me
I have sown the seeds of my limits and that of my victories
I have written songs to be sang to the nation I was born to revelry
Blood I have offered and shed yet never to hear such sweet symphonies
with a burning bleeding desire I threw myself pursuit
Laying a strong foundation enough to pass it on to you
Yet I was always occupied fearing the loss of time
I ask if I have I spent them well and wise, haven’t I?
I was too young and blind to see those I love had put aside
I would've known better than to think nothing of my honor and pride
Now I shall be buried deep in the past of yesteryear's antiquity
I see glimpses of my comrades waving and waiting on the other side
Calling me to join the tranquil paradise waiting to be reunified
I ask how to say good-bye take your time they calmly replied
We are all waiting no need to haste as they stand jovially reside
Memories of our youths that once chant and drank to good health and liberty
I raise my arms and cry out to freedoms grand infinity
I hear ringing of bells it golden melody melts
I am fated to fade away as snow is to spring
My time is up death is calling me to rise up to its cold embrace
Eager to guide and cross the line to which I am still anxiously afraid
Am I a hero or a villain? Am I a slave or a freeman?
Have I risen above as of both sinner and saint?
I am but a man filled with mistakes and talents to show
How will you remember me or would you forget me so
The seeds I planted I shall never see them blossom and grow
This shall be my testament my gravestone that I have sown
and to those who still breathe my name
keep that of my memory me embers a flame
I have fired my shot I have aimed it above the heavens high
its gunfire echoes loud so all may hear I have taken and did my time
I wish I could have done even more but I know you could do better
I leave this note to you in a world of grim call your courage in this letter
The world was my garden it is yours to keep and let it be known
That this world was wide enough for all to tend and own