If these embers will not turn into ashes If these embers will remain so - so we pray for. If these embers will not turn into ashes - so we wish Creation will remain static, nothing dies, nothing born The born die, the dead reborn. Or Born one day, one day we go. Gone today is John - the Jerry John we know. The brave Rawlings. If these embers will not turn into ashes, Rawlings should remain. The hot embers that test Democracy through the crucible, Now ashes; white, pale, black and cold - in the casket bestowed, lonely. Rawlings is gone, embers turned into ashes.