I was born tied to my mother,
I was held in arms,
All afraid I would fall,
I will die free,
I will not die in anyone's arms,
My ashes thrown to the polluted winds,
Flying for a second,
And then landing back on the lands of this Earth,
Although my body is gone,
They are retold,
They are remembered,
My story will one day end but still my name you'll hear,
Conversations of memories,
I will die with the titles,
Daughter, sister, mother, grandma,
They will burn the body
Of a gray-haired, wrinkled woman,
They'll remember,
My pain and all those tears,
The way I woke up every day,
Putting on a fake smile for everyone to see,
But they'll also remember,
I lived every second of my life,
Unafraid of being myself,
And all the stupid things I'd say,
Oh they'll just laugh,
Remembering my desires to live underwater,
As none other than a mermaid,
I'll live my life,
So that when they remember me,
No tears will fall in my memory,
Just smiles,
And the sound of their voice saying,
"She really lived..."
