If I must die, remember my words
That no thought may repair
Remember my perspective
Upon the arising couscous
Shelters of this storm
If I were to pass your eyes
In the forgotten forge of an afterlife
Do not conceal the major greatness
That may be left behind.
Do not pass by the paper trail
That some mistaken as the line
Between the darkness and the dawn
Conceal the hope that one day
My spirit will rest again
Carrying the greatness that no man
may recover over the grey tomb called love
If I must die carry my heart in you
For this prosperity you may recover
Will lead you to the afterlife called
"Beginnings"
