• I don't think that you would mind,
    If I were to die.
    For death is just an other act
    that happens all the time.

    Would you go and cry for me?
    Or would you turn away?
    Or maybe have no cares,
    As endless as the passing days.

    Would the heavens shed their tears,
    As I lay there peacefully?
    Or would the world just move along,
    With the looks of apathy.

    I can feel it in my bones,
    As time draws near.
    Will it happen in my sleep?
    Or will I parish with misery?

    If you cry, hold your tears.
    For my life should be of joys.
    No tears shall spill if I die,
    Simply, because it's about life.