Do not pin a medal to my chest;
life is a gift, and living it more than
Do not hand me my papers;
no document prescribes the draw of open sky
on human heart.
Do not bestow on me any honours;
my soul is already far too tainted
for one lifetime.
Do not carve my face;
I already have one.
Do not build me a special place;
the world will do.
Only offer me grace;
that I will always accept.