If they tell you I suicided,
It may be not because I killed myself.
If they say I went crazy,
It may be not because I was mentally ill.
If I am accused of doing all kinds of bad things,
It may be not because I did them.
If I stop talking about what I think is true,
It may be not because I have changed my mind.
If I end up vanishing from public space,
I may be still found in secret places.
If the world goes dark with lies and violence,
Look for the candles of those still bearing witness.