When I close my eyes at the end of my time
Will i feel alive
Or will i miss the sound of the dancing leaves
Miss the sun burning on my cheeks
Will i miss the rain pouring down my spine
Will i be alive?
What if i'm mislead and it takes wealth to not forget
In the end it's fame that lets them cherish your name
And my legacy is proof: i am who i wanna be
Now I'm sitting in an empty room
No light to guide my way
No voices have remained
A million hours left to reflect
On a life i've lived in neglect
A thousand pages left to write
So much time to make things right
When all i've said is true
And I'll leave this world like you
Why am I still contemplating
Instead of celebrating
Life
