The promises of Life and Death
I am living on borrowed time, And as I lay on my bed, I wonder if life and death are pre-decided, Am I destined to die today? Or am I destined to die tomorrow? Has my number come yet? Or do I get to live on? I am glad it was me, It was me rather than my loved ones, Because if I had to watch the light go out of my life, I hope it would rather be mine, Because I can’t watch the light go out of my life, And live with it. I can’t watch the flames of the pyre, And then go back to live. I don’t have that strength, I don’t have that courage, I am selfish with my sorrow, I would prefer to set myself alight, Rather than watch my loved one being set alight, Because I can’t keep living, Not after the person who made me whole, Left me broken again, Time heals scars, Cliched but true, I wonder how long will I have to wait? As my world comes crashing down. I pray for strength and fortitude, For the ones who might have to live...