When my body sleep for eternity Who will see my body, Burning slowly, turning to ashes While their memories of me flashes Not everyone could be there for me But I know for sure, there is my family Ohh! How could they much endure? When i'm in a state that can't be cured. In my darkest time, their presense is enough I'll be watching them because life is tough. They sitting beside me talking to my tree I can't talk back because i'm now free.
Well this poem is about you after your death. I wanna make more poems that have story, this poem might be to long I guess?