When I Die

When I die, please dispose of me wisely.

Give my feet to the weary traveler seeking peace and purpose

Give my extremities to the mutilated affected in ridiculous civil wars

Give my eyes to those that need to see realistically

Give my voice to the volumes of people who have none

Give my heart to someone that needs its strength

My soul is black and bloodied…kill it once and for all

My mind need not go to anyone…its broken and cannot recover

Take these things while I lay resting

Just let me go in peace…it would be the greatest gift the universe could give