Last fall we went to a funeral
it was a terrible scene
none of the people there
were sad
were mourning their loss
they were happy
they were acting as if
nothing had happened
then i thought
how long do i have?
i don't want to go
what if i haven't done enough good things
I don't want to go to hell
the fear inside of me
makes me fear death
makes me fear my grave
makes me pray for forgiveness
but what if i haven't prayed enough?
what if i have sinned?
I don't want to die
why does the world have to be so cruel
why can't everyone live forever
if someone dies
it makes other people's lives difficult
but what can we do?
we'll just have to wait
wait for the end
waiting to reach the finish line
of the race called life
i wish there was something in our way
to stop us from aging
to stop us from dying
to stop us from reaching the finish line