When I die

When I die, I wish for those of my friends that still keep the light of life,

to not digg me down into a hole inside a coffin, nor a flower pot,

but to throw my ashes into a hard eastern wind from the highest peak of Scotland.

Remember me, my love shall stay with you all, as you set me free for one last time,

remember the real Sean, the friend, the brother, the son.

I shall remember all those who blow the candle before me as the second family,

for you, I am greatful.