It doesn’t matter if I die
It won’t matter if you cry
How my body looks to your eyes
Won’t ever matter to the flies
Every drop of pouring rain
Should be enough to soothe your pain
For I am more than muscles, and cells
More than my words and little tells
I am a part of the universe
A piece of the sky and of the earth
I am the rain falling from above
The soft feathers of a flying dove
I am the morning sun
And all the children having fun
It doesn’t matter if I die
For death is just a painful lie
I will live again and again
In the lungs of children, and the veins of men
I will move from host to host
Like a silent passing ghost
I will live to the end of time
Though my face, my may no longer be mine
Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 1:25 PM UTC
It doesn’t matter if I die
It won’t matter if you cry
How my body looks to your eyes
Won’t ever matter to the flies
Every drop of pouring rain
Should be enough to soothe your pain
For I am more than muscles, and cells
More than my words and little tells
I am a part of the universe
A piece of the sky and of the earth
I am the rain falling from above
The soft feathers of a flying dove
I am the morning sun
And all the children having fun
It doesn’t matter if I die
For death is just a painful lie
I will live again and again
In the lungs of children, and the veins of men
I will move from host to host
Like a silent passing ghost
I will live to the end of time
Though my face, my may no longer be mine
