Shall I leave not saying good by

Shall I leave not saying good by
Then in my faith sluggishly I will fly
O, the asker tell me where to go
I am in my torture shall die!
Here my voice becomes faint and tired
As much I cry from my Home I were fired
Simply that's me nor you
Near my grave you will be inspired
As much as my grave is deep,
Beside a meadow of a certain heap
You shall be not there for a moment
You may wait

Shall I leave not saying good by