I am glad to have lived

such a wonderful life,

full of peaceful moments,

surrounded by the dark blue sea,

but I feel I'm not yet ready

to part with this piece of heaven;

so, humbly I beg of you:

let my ghost linger,

promise I'll be gone soon,

just for a little while;

I want to see the sunset,

hear the clashing of the waves

against the shore

a long distance below,

ready to take me,

feel the chilly wind blow,

let the fresh crispy air

fill my weak lungs one last time,

let me remember how the sun shone,

no warmth in the mornings,

bundled up in hand-made rugs,

but still oh so grateful

for the cool rays hitting my skin

each day as a gentle greeting,

only now do I realise,

oh, what a shame,

I'll never get to see it again;

each waking moment

accompanied by a soft song of the sea,

can be heard by anyone,

but only a few chosen understand

the way the waves sing,

for we are the children from the deep,

where I shall now return,

no need to say goodbye or mourn,

for I am coming home;

still, I'm not quite ready to go

and leave this all behind,

but when I do, I pray

you'll keep a watchful eye

and let your bright light,

which I've devoted my whole life to,

guide me to my resting place

among the waves as they wash over me,

swallowing me, carrying me further,

further from the rocky shore,

offering me salvation.