Tomorrow I might be gone.
For you to know i was
Indeed once born.
Like wind i shall pass.
Varnish into thin air.
My soul will rise up
To my creator.
Where my life will be judged
According to its character.
I know death ain’t meant for closing a chapter.
But for the beginning of the mourning session.
Where they may weep beyond my expectations
Some ain’t crying from their well of condolences.
But they are getting drained from the well of
Evil deed.
Why should a bed of rose lie on my casket.
If the ain’t gonna see light once again.
They all going down in a coffin.
I didn’t know that a person is worth celebrating
After life.
Surely you wouldn’t be wasting such food.
Ohh including the muffin.