hope Pt. I

So in the final hour

You won't look back and see a coward

I hope the only taste left is sweet and you cannot see the sour

I hope you were nothing to others

I hope you were seen empty as a bottled water

I hope you were a seasoned reaper

I hope you brought joy when you appeared Like a drug dealer

 I hope you filled the ones you encounter

I hope you were irreplaceable like a mother

I hope you've helped the Griever

I hope some one appreciated your seeds Your deeds

As you blossomed into the wants of the Gardiner

I hope in your words they could recite the creator

I hope your sound wasnt a wasted vibrator

Somewhere used as a balancer

I hope you find in everything life's fertilizer

I hope you sought knowledge beyond measure