When the air leaves my chest and the stories all end,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I don\u2019t want a title, a status, or a trend.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Don\u2019t talk about the money or the soil where I stepped,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Or the digital numbers that the algorithms kept.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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When I die,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Let the records show more than a list of my things,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
More than the gold or the shine that life brings.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
In a world moving fast, looking down on the slow,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
In a world that says “No” before you can grow,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I want to be known as the hand in the dust,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The one who built platforms on kindness and trust.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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When I die,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Remember the voices that finally broke through,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The ones who were silenced, the weary, the few.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I want to be the reason a fighter stood tall,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The shadow who caught them before they could fall.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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Don\u2019t call me the richest, the “best,” or the “great,”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Just call me the one who helped carry the weight.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Let them say I was a bridge over canyons of doubt,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The one who stayed quiet just to hear a scream out.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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I want to be remembered for the times I stayed still,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
To climb up the valley when they couldn\u2019t reach the hill.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not for the medals or the polished glass shelf,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But for the way that I gave every piece of myself.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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When I die,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Think of the strangers who found a new spark,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The ones I met briefly while wandering the dark.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I don’t want my legacy written in ink,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But in the souls I pulled back from the edge of the brink.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I want the widows and orphans to look at the sky,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And know there was good in the world passing by.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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When I die,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Don\u2019t count the cars or the clothes or the fame,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Count the prayers that were whispered in back of my name.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Don\u2019t post a picture because I was known,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But because of a seed of hope that was sown.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Let my actions be proof that my words weren’t a lie,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
That I lived for the “Give” and not for the “Buy.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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Don\u2019t look at my bank, look at the eyes I made bright,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The ones who were lost and then found their own light.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I want my life to be a lesson in grace,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A warmth that remains when I\u2019ve left this space.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I didn\u2019t just pass through, I didn’t just stay,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I cleared out the thorns so that others could play.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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I didn\u2019t just exist in a world made of stone,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I built something soft for the hearts all alone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So, as the lights fade and the curtains descend,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019m asking you now, as a brother and friend:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
When your breath leaves your body and travels to shore…<\/p>\n\n\n\n
What will you be remembered for?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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