In living and in death to come,
I want to smile at what I've done;
to see my star burn bright despite
what snuffs my final, living light
My family can grieve, of course -
without a hint of damned remorse!
I want their pride - not sympathy -
they must not dwell in purgatory
I want their eyes to gaze upon
the clouds and hear the angels' song
as I ascend and leave behind
what some look for but never find
No regrets - no, not a one;
I will not have my work undone
For when you've seen the last of days,
think this one thought:
