I know im here for a reason,
I know its for a cause.
But if my eyes are wet and my cheeks are white
Why should the cause be comforting?
With no care and no concern,
No one looking out.
I know my day is near,
I know i wont die.
Who said death is meant to be the end of life?
When perhaps the soul is dead yet the person very much alive.
Dont mistake a human who seems living and
well to be fine
For they may be dying inside.
But a corpse is left for dead but the soul never stays,
Likewise shall be my case,
For i know my destiny all too well,
And my death is something i might decide.
