My Journey
My Journey
While I lived, I walked my path alone,
No one did I follow, my steps were my own.
Through trials and sorrow, in silence I wept,
Who came to witness the burdens I kept?
Now, when I’m gone, what need for flowers,
For praises, tributes in lifeless hours?
I cannot see, I cannot hear—
Decorations mean nothing here.
Let a white flag mark where I lie,
No burden to others, just let me die.
A man has passed, that’s all to say,
I gave not much, but I went my way.
