|Backgrounds can make |
all the difference!
When I die
When I die...
I want to be buried next the fresh rolling hills of home,
not at anywhere else, but in my home town of Attalla.
And when I'm gone, please cast my drawings, poetry to the sky anh
watch as the hands of the unseen wind carry it away to shores unknown.
I want to feel loved and respected; not by the fame or glory I may have attained
during my life's journey, but respected in knowing that I'm loved by my family and to anyone that I have come in contact with over the years.
Bury me...near those clusters of Pine trees right next to where my parents, my aunts and my uncles are buried at, I do not want to be seperated