After I take my last breath
When I am erased from the books of the living
Forget not what little good I did
Forget not what I believed in
Remember to forget my wrongdoings
After a box becomes my new home
When I become food for insects and riches for the soil
Forget not the happiness we shared
Forget not the smiles and the laughter
Remember to forget the tears
After I close my eyes forever
When I let my soul be my eyes and my witness
Forget not to sing my song
Forget not to dance and celebrate my life
Remember to forget the pain
After I become just a frame in the dark
When I am just a distant memory to most,in spring
Forget not to pick a few flowers
Forget not the smell of my favourite spring flowers
Remember to forget the storms
After it is all over
When no one else can't seem to remember clearly
Forget not to stand at my spot and remember
Forget not to be happy for me
Remember to forget the sadness
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My Black Song
RandomAfrican pride Hope Tears Joy Black -we wear our hearts on our sleeves hoping one day we will change the world's cold hearted or maybe finally be happy with the way the world is obviously doomed to be-
