Someday, when I am gone,
I'll be remembered by all
As the Man who helped them,
who had stumbled and had to fall

Who rose, to raise others,
to reach where they'd want,
Giving courage to those who
were afraid of others' taunt

Who cared not for riches,
misery who wanted to end
Who was the guiding hand to all,
in whom each found a friend

Whose prime concern was 'you',
as just the person you are
Who considered social bindings
as an indelible scar

On the lives of people,
as it limits creativity
As they understand only money,
in this modern society
Who wanted 'you' to rise and shine,
try and get glory and fame

Who wanted 'you' to make a mark
so that all would know your name