Pisaries Creator

For if I die today, tell me how much I meant to you.

Don’t think of the blood-soaked field around me.

Or how many bullets missed my head.

Imagine something positive to say instead.

Plant a seed and watch it grow.

For I am in that dirt as well as the water.

The kingdom we built will survive for our sons and daughters.

For if I live today, tell me how much you miss me.

Don’t think of the times we never had.

Or how many words you should have said.

Imagine the glory that was spread.

Reach for the stars and don’t stop.

For I am part of the sky as well as the moon.

The surface we will land on will be soon.