If I should die, would you cry?
Would you garden the soil beneath your bare feet with those tears?
If I should die, would you visit my grave?
Tell me you're sorry, tell me the afternoon news, or leave me some flowers?
If I should die, would you leave me on rainy nights?
Would you run off once it begins to rain, or would you sit beside my rock and take the beating with me?
If I should die, would you let the birds sing and dance for me?
Let them breed above my grave, bring new life into the world, with which I have now left.
If I should die, would you live for me?
Live your life, not mine. Not "for me".
Live your life, just don't forget me.
