If I died tonight would anyone care by the rising sun
Or leave me to rot as they've already done
Would my mother shed a genuine tear
Or would the burden she claims finally be clear
Would I finally find my fathers voice
Or in my absence would he just rejoice

If in sleep I took my last breath
Would and almost love resent my death
To our short memory would he hold
Or by mornings light would he have another as stories told

In breathing life I hold only to the words of care
And the truth lay visible as air
I'm terrified of feelings when i'm not there