She was a dear and loyal soul loved by all she could see
But when I die and leave this place, what will be said of me?
He tried in life to do his best, a loving man was he
But when it's time for me to go, what will be said of me?
For I can't hide from truth and life or run from what will be
But I can hope to find some pride in what is said of me.
That man is good; that woman kind, but I have just one plea
That when I die, I can be proud of what is said of me.