Death comes in many ways
What if these were my last days
Who knows when death will come knocking at your door
Who will pick you up off the floor
My doctor said that I had six months to live
What else but my life, could I give
I knew that I was going to die
What else could I do, but cry
I kept saying to myself why
You have but one and only life
What was I going to tell my wife
I was sick laying in bed
Many thoughts were running through my head
I knew death was coming soon
I would rise up to the sky like a balloon
My mother called me on the phone
I told her that I would die alone
Feb 8, 2018
Feb 8, 2018 at 5:57 PM UTC
Death comes in many ways
What if these were my last days
Who knows when death will come knocking at your door
Who will pick you up off the floor
My doctor said that I had six months to live
What else but my life, could I give
I knew that I was going to die
What else could I do, but cry
I kept saying to myself why
You have but one and only life
What was I going to tell my wife
I was sick laying in bed
Many thoughts were running through my head
I knew death was coming soon
I would rise up to the sky like a balloon
My mother called me on the phone
I told her that I would die alone