My will

When I will be gone, honour my name

Release me and let me rest

Closer by my mothers grave

Set me free and let me go

If I am to die, appease my maker

Mope and mourn for me

And set on a simple trunk
Send me back in reunion with the earth

When I will be gone, take me back home

Before the sanctity of my elders       

And let them chose the spot of my new home

Where amongst the dead, you must lay me to rest

If I am to die, don't tamper with my spirit 

But let my peers sing in my praise
With no details to my journey

Wail and chant away your sorrow

When my time comes, set free my soul

Mark all the ceremonies

Sit my grave with scented roses

Light the fires to warm my night vigils

When my time comes, the drums must play

And if you must, eulogize me in decorum

Bury me with the honour of my age

But set me free to wonder