And when you die, die with no regrets
For death does not take appointments.
Walk that road, sing those notes,
Smile a little bit, cry a little bit more,
Hug often, eat that sandwich,
Run that marathon, drink those life's delights,
Walk when the sun sets,
For you might not be here when it rises.
And when you die, die with no regrets
For death does not take appointments.
Life is as a feather taken on a journey by the wind. May your feather stand through storms, cross deserts and float on torrents. May your feather write its story as it was designed.