I die a little each day
Each step taking me just a little closer
to the Ancestors
I die a little each day
Hardly macabre; rather, hopeful
for the steps behind me
I die a little each day
In the hope that my memory lives well within
for whom I will be an Ancestor
So I ask:
Help me Ancestors
To take each step
With You behind, before, and beside me
Help me Ancestors
To be hopeful each step behind me
With You behind, before, and beside me
Help me Ancestors
To help my memory live well within my descendants
Walking with me behind, before, and beside them
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