We don’t know how it will take us,

That cold, relentless grip,

That calls us into darkness, yes,

As our last breath becomes,

The end of an incredible earth mission,

Hopefully, a trip

While we may not know what lies beyond,

Our mortal realm until it is our,

Time to join our ancestors’ souls,

As we, each generation left behind,

Are the legacy, that see the rose,

Which grows on the tomb soil.