You might never get to hold my kin
Maybe I will be like you and carry twins
You might never meet the man standing opposite me down the aisle
And I might never get to see you two share a smile
You might miss my graduation
For all these selfish thoughts I await damnantion

Though I can control this clever rhyme
I believe I'm running out of time
because there is one thing I can't manipulate
which seems to be your expiration date
I don't know the exact time or day
but I will be here until doomsday