I wonder who will miss me when I die
I wonder who will wish they got to say goodbye,
I wonder who will laugh and who will cry,
Yet when I die, someone shall be born,
On one side it’s a rose, on the other side it’s a thorn;
It’s the cycle of life, He knows why,
Oh He the creator of the phenomenal sky,
You said unto Noah be fruitful and multiply.
Men is like unto a grain of corn,
Or the animals that live in a born;
Today we bloom as a beautiful petal,
Tomorrow can be our gloomy funeral.
Mankind is like unto dry leaves in the breeze,
Was it not so since Gadeel deceived Eve?