When I die take a good look at me
because it ought it be the last time
you see me, You must remember that
I am gone and I cannot return
But remember that my death was
your grief, not your happeniess
even my haters are going to
be crying on that day,
For it is the last time they
see me, for it is the last time
they hate on me, but remember
every night I will hunt you
For it is to simple for me to
just when I die, I die becuase
it was my time not becuase I was
afraid of life, Life was simple
but death was never my answer
to it.
So every night when you sleep
see my face not my ego, see
me for who I am for it is when
I die I will not return.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem