There were lucky times and unlucky times,
Where I had passed or had been obstructed
By the leaps of challenges that stood in my way.
There were uncertainties and satisfaction
Where I had to be stoical or had to receive
Those dismay feelings or generosity that others held.
When the rhythm of my heartbeat stops,
Whatever case might ridiculously happen?
Will I part with the accusing leers of the people's eyes,
Or will I be in peace with those I love?
Will I have to apologize for what I have done not,
Or will I accept the sincerity that may be offered?
Will those I cherished remember my existence,
Or will those I sympathized fathom at last?
With love, do not be,
But cleansed of guilt and sins.
With trust, do not waver,
but healed with strength and belief.
Change the world,
And with enabled arms,
build a better life with sacred passion.
This is what I wrote on my exam paper after getting all the questions done during the time when the whole world was still mourning for that someone.
It's been quite some time since, but still, may he R.I.P.