What if I was embraced by sickness:
Giving me a warm,tight hug;
Would someone care to stay beside me,
Be the pill for my bug—
Be my forever maintenance drug?
I bet none.

What if Satan sends his angelic demons
and invite me undertneath this earth;
Would someone hold my hand so tight,
As I slowly grasp for air to breathe?
Would tears flow from their eyes like flood,
As I take that invitation;
Would someone shed an ocean of tears,
As I journey to my destination?
I bet none.

What if "death" knocks on my door,
And I opened it enthusiastically;
Would someone quickly slip his feet on the floor,
And swiftly lock the door for me?
Would someone care to be mad for my hospitality;
And care to give some reasons behind, a marvel of clarity?
I bet none.

What if life knocks me down;
Dressing me up like a princess,
Would someone look at that beauty
As a sign of my weakness?
Would someone come to my casket and feel so sorry;
Would someone's eyes be so sad,
with flowing tears be blurry?
I bet none.

What if I marry an adverse illness,
Taking me six feet below the land;
Would someone come to the doors of my new home,
Send me flowers and wish to still hold my hand?
Would someone be jealous of death:
For I have chosen it than to have myself live and breathe?
Would someone care to miss me when I'm gone;
If someone would, who's that gonna be?
I bet none.