I BESEECH THEE

The memories

I beseech thee,when am gone,dearest
When am gone, weep a drop
Weep a drop, I plead, and  let me go
Just let me go and let it go
Think of me only when you can
And when you can,too,run the memories
But let me go and let it be
Knowing my heart ran bankrupt inside
From the hordes of love I gave to you

                 By Sammy Nakitare
                    An adaptation of Javan Oyile's 'WHEN AM GONE'