When I’m gone

When I’m gone, gone for long

To the good memories, I will belong

There will be tears, tears of joy

And a good reason to cry no more

When I’m gone

On a walk with those who wish to walk along

I will give up on holding on to the wrongs

My will, I am sure would be so strong

When I’m gone, gone for good

I will leave behind silence and hurt with no regrets

And I will look back not even for a moment

For my undervalued worth will be visible only when am gone

Oh when I’m gone

I will be busy on my way going

I know it will hurt and I wish it could hurt for long

For my sorriness will be too faint to travel far back when am gone

There is a time, when I’ll be gone

To my saviour’s bosom, to blossom

That would be the end of the road, and end of sorrows

There would be a battle, lost or won

But I will be gone when I’m gone

© Taaku