On the day I die
I won’t see Death coming
I won’t have time to wonder why
Or hear the cold wind humming
I will be busy soothing aches
Sating dreams and appetites
Carry demons and mistakes
Changing my wrongs into rights.
I won’t feel Death lurking by
Or hear its approach
I will seek the truth or tell a lie
Feel guilt for a reproach.
I’ll wake wash dress I’ll eat and drink
I’ll smile kiss love or pray
Hold a warm hand or deeply think
The same as any other day.
Inside or under the clear sky
It will be my day
to die.
When my day comes
And my last breath slowly fades away
Hold me once more in your arms
And think of yesterday.
Let the dirt put out my flame
And lay me under a heavy stone
For one last time call out my name
Without sorrow in your tone.
Come what may come
On that day I won’t be afraid
I was my master and master of none
Both follower and renegade
I loved you with all of my heart
And you knitted me together
When self and life tore me apart
Under the heavy weather.
When my day comes
And my last breath slowly fades away
Hold me once more in your arms
And think of yesterday
Let the dirt put out my flame
And lay me under a heavy stone
For one last time call out my name
Without sorrow in your tone.
My wish of a final goodbye
On the day I die.
