By Arcassin Burnham




My vital signs are working fine,
And my pulse is functioning,
To get a good last wine and dine,
Before my heart stops beating,

Will you care?
Will they care?
Don't think you will,
But leave the tears behind,
Cause I'm looking for sky high paradise,
What If I died?
Would you cry,
Not giving up on you,
But I do anyways,
To watch you from the skies,
I believe there's a place where we belong.
Someday,
I'm looking up
Cause look forward to this paradise.