As I saw the man laying dead,
A thousand thoughts raced through my head.
I'm watching this lifeless man,
And thinking of me,
The man I am.
Wondering what I would be remembered for
If death came knocking at my door.
And if I happened to pass today,
Would the ones I love be able to say
I was kind, compassionate, and nice,
Or mean and made of ice.
Did I not try or did I do the best I can?
Or would they just say, "once lived a man".
If I died and tomorrow never came,
Would people grieve or carry on the same?
And I'm the type of person to be remembered for long,
Or will I be forgotten soon after I'm gone?
Will it be a sad goodbye,
And will my loved ones stop to cry?
Could it be that nobody will mind
That there won't be sadness of any kind?
People might say they'll miss me, their friend.
People might say their glad I came to an end.
But what would be said on my graveyard stand?
I hope it won't just say, "once lived a man".
I'm sorry, Aniki.
