When I die, when I drown, take my birds, stop the rain;
I shall not breathe again when the sun sets, when the sky bleeds.
When I die, when I choke,
Catch my blue emotions, dive under the skin of life, scratch;
Give my eyes to a blind man,
Give my lungs to the smokers,
Give my heart to the lovers.
But let me keep my soul,
Let me keep what’s left, what’s bright, what’s eternal;
Let me keep what made me human.
And when the worms eat my flesh, burry me with poems,
Or burn me and free my ashes;
Let them see the world, let them live one last time,
What I couldn’t see, couldn’t feel, coudn’t say.