In the event of my death
My final wishes
Final Destination
Like a candle the wick is to the bottom and the flame is burning. The flame is dim and about to be blown out or burn to being no existent. All that is left is hot wax that soon turns hard and cold
I have this fire inside me, some would say it is my spirit. I have lived my life by flying by the seat of my pants with sparks shooting out of my aura. My words, thought process and my actions have been from the spirit of fire
The candle is my body and the flame is my life.
Even is my mind, through all this pain and strife.
Flame will be extinguished, candle will be burned
Cremation is my final destination only to an urn will I return
If ever you think of me, I ask this: light a candle and remember how fragile a flame is and how deadly it can be
My final wishes
Final Destination
Like a candle the wick is to the bottom and the flame is burning. The flame is dim and about to be blown out or burn to being no existent. All that is left is hot wax that soon turns hard and cold
I have this fire inside me, some would say it is my spirit. I have lived my life by flying by the seat of my pants with sparks shooting out of my aura. My words, thought process and my actions have been from the spirit of fire
The candle is my body and the flame is my life.
Even is my mind, through all this pain and strife.
Flame will be extinguished, candle will be burned
Cremation is my final destination only to an urn will I return
If ever you think of me, I ask this: light a candle and remember how fragile a flame is and how deadly it can be