When it’s my time to rot,
I hope I get to lie underneath blue sky
Where I can give my warmth back to the sun,
So thankful for the borrowing
I hope my skin becomes a white daisy fearlessly growing by the road
So I'll get to remind you of the beauty in the world
And maybe my cells will become a cherry
Their sweetness forever imprinted in your lips
I hope my body gets to return the gift it received,
'Cause what a precious gift
And my love, I hope it can be carried by your heart
'Cause what a precious heart.