Cry not for me when I am gone,
 Nor let your heart be sad.  
    For hope will spawn tomorrow's dawn,
 and find you ever glad.  

For fame was never mine to be,
 Nor wealth, nor kindred love.  
    But toil, and tears, and tiresome years,
 while I walked this earth above.   

Cry not for me when I am gone,
 Nor let your soul be sad.  
My broken heart, once torn in part,
 Now walks on golden sand.  

For happiness was never mine,
 though oft I tried to see it.  
A lover's touch, desired so much,
 though fate would not decree it.  

So cry not for me as I depart,
 And race the fiery storm.  
For hope gives birth to joys unearthed,
 and keeps the spirit warm.  

No ... cry not for me when I am gone.