Just what would I leave behind,
when my line has finished, and ends my life?

Love, land, or will it be my home,
For the one as loved to everything I've known?

Will I be remembered tall,
or the one who stood down?

Not knowing what's behind me as I turn around.
Would I be talked about,
Or would I be forgotten?

These questions running through my head,
Not knowing how to stop them.

Will I have someone or will I be alone,
Without someone to hang out with or someone at my home.

Will I give more my name,
Or will I end the Travis kind?

Because all of this I wonder,
just what I might leave behind? 

By: Chance Travis