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How?
When i die
I just hope im not there
I hope people dont WANT to say goodbye
I just hope people care
When i lay there cold
I want people to say "he was a great man"
I want the one i love to grab my hand
I want to be old
I may be dead, but i hope you dont die, inside
I know some will say, it wasnt my time
But in this system, from death we cannot hide
Its just funny how im paying for a crime
That is not even mine
As they lay my body in the ground
I know i did the best in my life
I loved my kids and my wife
Whenever they needed me, i was around
As you lay in your bed
You begin to cry
You call my name
Your head begins to scream
Because your life will NEVER be the same
You know that now
You must go on
But the haunting question is....
How?
