When I die

I want to become a precious memory

In someone's heart who'll hold it so close

Without it, will bleed

When I die

I want to be a reason

For someone's inner strength

Of someone's belief

Of someone's kindness

When I die

I want my memories to be

A reason to live on

A reason to not relent

A reason of a bitter sweet smile

Even with an aching heart

When I die

I want to become a fond memory

Someone worth the pain of reminiscence

And not someone's regret of knowing me

I don't want to be forgotten

Or a scar that bleeds and weakens the soul

I don't want to be past

Meant to be forgotten

Just a precious memory

That people rely on

And feel the urge to live

Because when I die

I would still want to live on