I want them to say I was strong and kind,
That I handled defeat with dignity.
That I let go with grace of the things not meant for me.
I want them to say I fought twice as hard to get half as far, but I never gave up.
I want them to say I loved harder than was reasonable.
That I saw the world, as ugly as it was, and decided it was beautiful anyway.
That I was blessed beyond what I deserved.
Tell me I have done something good, something that mattered, even just a little
Before I’m returned to the earth.