I'm not afraid of dying, I'm afraid of not living.
I'd like the memory of me
To be a happy one.
I'd like to leave an after-glow
of smiles when life is done.
I'd like to leave an echo,
Whispering softly down the ways.
Of happy times and laughing times
And bright sunny days.
I'd like the tears of those who grieve,
To dry before the sun.
Of happy memories that I leave
When life is done.