So in the final hour
You won't look back and see a coward
I hope the only taste left is sweet and you cannot see the sour
I hope you were nothing to others
I hope you were seen empty as a bottled water
I hope you were a seasoned reaper
I hope you brought joy when you appeared Like a drug dealer
I hope you filled the ones you encounter
I hope you were irreplaceable like a mother
I hope you've helped the Griever
I hope some one appreciated your seeds Your deeds
As you blossomed into the wants of the Gardiner
I hope in your words they could recite the creator
I hope your sound wasnt a wasted vibrator
Somewhere used as a balancer
I hope you find in everything life's fertilizer
I hope you sought knowledge beyond measure