If my days should end, my friend, and sorrow takes its due
I pray somehow that some part of me would live on within you
That petals of red would run through your blood where my rose has wilted, dried
And days would run on for you and no tears formed or cried

If my days should should end, my friend, if I go before my time
I pray you'll see that my actions matched my words and thoughts buried in rhyme
That you will love with the same love I've set aside for you
And that, as ash fades into ash, to that love you'll remain true