Will it come in my sleep?
Will I die fighting?
Will it be by knife,
Or nut?
Will I know it's coming?

Who will care?
Who will know?
Or will I simply,
Die alone?

Will I have a funeral?
With bright colors
Like I wanted?
Will people cry?
Will people laugh?
At memories,
Not yet forgotten?

Will my friends
Remember me
In ten, or twenty years?
And will it be with tears?

i hope they won't forget
The way I loved dogs
The trees that I climbed
The books that I read
And maybe even
The things that I said

I doubt that I'll live
To see twenty-five
But for now,
I'm still alive

So I cherish each second
Each laugh and each tear
Because all too soon
It might disappear

This is what I woner.