I shall go the way I came

When the curtain rolls down,
On this fleeting life of mine,
And all that I am,
Is a memory passing by...
What will people think of me,
And what will be my legacy?

Will I see a pearly gate,
Or a boat rocked in the gale?
Will my empty heart be weighed,
Against a feather on a scale?
What will then the verdict the be;
What will then become of me?

Put no medals on my chest,
Just tell my folks I did my best.
For I shall go the way I came:
Bearing nothing but my name.

Save your tears for those still alive,
Spare the eulogies for those yet to die.
For I shall go the way I came:
Bearing nothing but my name.