(My Will) STONES THROWN BY HEAVEN

I lived among you, I broke and I bled,

Your sorrow was mine, every tear that you shed.

No noble heart was ever unknown,

Now I walk into shadow, alone but my own.

I leave no heir, no crown, no name,

No song to hold me, no lasting flame.

My name will pass like a flash in the sky,

An echo fading as centuries fly.

But you who knew me, remember this truth:

I spent my young years steering for you.

While the ship still fought, I stood on the mast,

When it went under — I sank with the past.

One day, when thinking of nations in pain,

The honest will see I carried no chain.

The cloak on my spirit was not begged or torn,

It shone with the light of those I was born from.

Let my friends gather deep in the night,

Burn my poor heart till it turns into light.

Give it back to the one who gave it to me —

This is the price of love, this is the fee.

Let them drink to my ending, and drink to their scars,

If I am a ghost, I’ll appear from the dark.

But if God sets me free from the weight that I bear,

I won’t return — I’ll be nowhere, not there.

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I swear to the living: don’t bury your fire,

Carry the torch of the mind and desire.

And when it is needed, go one by one,

Like stones thrown by heaven, until it is done.

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I leave just a handful who loved who I was,

A proud, restless heart under heaven’s harsh laws.

I served a hard purpose, accepted the cost,

And agreed to a coffin the world never mourned.

Who else walks away without applause or acclaim?

Who else learns silence instead of a name?

To steer a boat filled with spirits and prayers,

Then vanish as softly as breath in the air.

Yet something remains — a force you can’t see,

Useless in life, but heavy when free.

After my death it will press on your skin,

Till the bread-eaters turn into angels within.

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I swear to the living: don’t bury your fire,

Carry the torch of the mind and desire.

And when it is needed, go one by one,

Like stones thrown by heaven, until it is done.

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I swear to the living: don’t bury your fire,

Carry the torch of the mind and desire.

And when it is needed, go one by one,

Like stones thrown by heaven, until it is done.

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