Death and Our Legacy

Death comes in mysterious ways its impact and devistation is felt for endless days You can walk around like your the best likeyou got an S on your chest, but that can't stop death His twist of faith hand is too deep Even if you try and run or think your safe in your sleep he will always find you.... When we come and go are things nobody knows When its our time for seperation, my legacy's interpretation begins Thats the only thing i can leave behind, my essence that is blind but made into visual with time On my final walk my final lap through gods open gates, I will wonder what kind of legacy did i leave? Was I a follower or did I lead? Did i tell the truth or did i lie? Did i love or Did i only want to be loved? All these questions I will ask myself as i watch you from above Listening for every whisper, for every sigh, for every tear drop, for everytime you cry, Cause that's all that death will graciously give us when you can't say goodbye When my time comes, I'll embrace it with open arms, like I've never heard of him before or who he has harmed Ive been working on my immortality for too long to be scared of my own fatality. Ive been working on my status since day one I wont let anybody take anything away from me that I've already done The wisdom I've attained, the knowledge I've learned The love, Loyalty, Respect and Trust I have earned. He can't take that away from me, not as long as i have the gift of being remembered through my own legacy