When I'm gone,
It doesn't mean it's the end.
It means carry on where I left,
When I'm gone,
It must be joy for you I left you a journey to follow.
I have embarked on this journey but halfway,
It means that I didn't relinquish but I have rested.
When I'm gone,
Let my soul not rest in peace but in an investigative manner.
Searching for that true hero to take the lead.
When I'm gone,
It does not mean that I'm gone forever,
In this peaceful sleep in a beautiful casket I am not locked but pretence.
As I lay my head brainless I'm watching You...
My soul is always with you,
Little sweet joy I got a chance to be in this world.
When I'm gone,
Know that I said my last words:
''Keep Your Pens Bleeding.''
''Let's Write Africa.''
I'm resting in peace.
Goodnight for eternity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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