I always thought that when it came,
I'd be ready for the end.
By that time i'd be resigned and tame,
Death would appear a welcome friend.
But what if i still want to live,
Still want to live and grow?
What if i still have gifts to give,
And i'm not yet ready to go?
What if i'm too young still,
Not old enough to die?
What if i want to wait until I have experienced life
before i say
...Goodbye...
Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 1:58 PM UTC
I always thought that when it came,
I'd be ready for the end.
By that time i'd be resigned and tame,
Death would appear a welcome friend.
But what if i still want to live,
Still want to live and grow?
What if i still have gifts to give,
And i'm not yet ready to go?
What if i'm too young still,
Not old enough to die?
What if i want to wait until I have experienced life
before i say
...Goodbye...
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