If will come the day

If will come the day

That I will lost my vision

I won't be scared in the dark

Because I took time

To capture the beauty

Of sunrise in the morning

And the transformation

Of clouds from red to pink

To orange during sunset

I kept them in my memory bank

To be my strength

When cowardness come to scare me

If will come the day

That I will lost my hearing

I won't be scared not

To hear anything

I memorized the laughters

Of every flowers in the garden

When they started

gossiping the poor bee.

The woosh of the wind

That blows my hair

I kept them in my memory bank

To be my companion

When silence become painful

If will come the day

That I will lost my voice

I will not scared to be muted

Because I know

I did enough

To let you feel how much

I love you

To let you know how much

I miss you

To let you see how much

I care for you

I hope you will find me

In your memory.