As my time and memory fades from mind,

A piece of me I hope to leave behind.

My words, my spirit; I hope to weave

From the fluid grace of my beliefs.

I worship this life and all it has to hold;

For the beauty it reveals or even if left untold.

Even death is that to sanctify.

It will one day wash over us in a gentle, rising tide.

Our achievement of life; to death we sacrifice

But upon this earth, before we do part;

Share your mind, your soul and heart.

And mend a broken, wandering spirit.

Show them this life is too precious, to short to fear it

And look past, not upon our human difference

From this, find immortality-eternal deliveriance