Who's Going to Cry For Me

Who's gon' cry for me, when its my time to die for me. When its my time to fly free, will anyone cry, because I, cease to be.

When in the ground I've been planted, will somebody cry or simply understand it.

Who will mourn, once I'm no longer born, and my soul has been torn from this life,  

Will it be the man that made me his wife, or the children to whom I gave life, or maybe the mother that gave it to me, right along with my daddy, possibly, my friends and longtime lovers, or my sisters and brothers from my real and my other mothers, will all come say goodbye to me, but will they truly cry for me.  
 
I know I didn't always see, eye to eye with everybody, but does that mean nobody will cry for me, 

Ladies & gentlemen, there is no more room at the inn, will you remember my cinnamon, I hope what we had was not pretend, and if you make my day, I hope you can stay from beginning to end, hangout with my kin, and hear stories of me, from way back when, see my family tree, look at pictures of how my thick got thin, about that time we was on pineapple chunks, Snapple and gin, 

Well, It's all over now, I've taken my final bow, It was a good life, and how, and it feels like I just left, the world's best
Pow Wow!!!!