When I am no more

When I am no more, who will tell my story...
When my voice drifts away, who will remember what I said...
When my being is but just a memory, who will speak of me...
Please let it be someone who knew me well,
Someone who can tell them the truth about my former self.
let them say here lies a man who stood by what he believed.
A man who dreamed and lived it, a man who saw the world differently.
When I can no longer tell my story, do not let me fade away into the abyss of forgotten men.
Let me live on in your stories because I too was apart of your life story.