I only hope that when I die,
I will be one of the lucky ones.
I hope that someone else will cry;
I hope that happens when I am done.
In someone else's eye, I hope they see
someone that they think is perfect;
someone who they will try to be,
and in their actions resurrect.
For though I am flawed,
for though I have sinned,
is it not natural for a son of god,
to wish his end could make amends?
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