When my time comes, don’t cover me with dirt, don’t burn me to dust. Leave me in the warm sun with one last purpose.

Let them take my eyes because I’ve seen beauty beyond measure,

Let them take my tongue because I’ve already told my story,

Let them take my heart because it’s no longer mine,

Let them consume my soul because mine isn’t fit for wings, and because I still want to know what it feels like to fly.