When I die
I’ll kiss the sky
and know at last for sure
if God is real
and if I’ll feel
a thing once through that door.

I’ll think of you
and wish to do
the things we did before
but know that I
had wished to die
and I would wish no more.

If I regret
the fate I’ve met
stone cold upon the floor
I might cry
for years gone by
but still have died a *****.