Bury me under the ashes,
Where the embers of my past lie still,
Let the flames of all I’ve known
Fade quietly beneath the hill.

The winds may sweep my name away,
The shadows may consume my sight,
But in the ashes, I find peace,
A final end to endless fight.

No markers left to trace my path,
No flowers at my grave will grow,
For all I’ve been, and all I’ve done,
The ashes are enough to know.

So bury me where the fire dies,
Where smoke meets earth in soft embrace,
And let my story end in silence,
Vanished without a single trace.