Death
What do we think when we die?,
Do we realize or comprimise?,
Do past events run through our head?,
Or are we just hoping were dreaming lying in our bed?,
Is it a darkness that you could never imagine?,
Or maybe a freindly face that's laughing?,
Is it something that I will know?,
or will I just go?
Copyright © Jonathon Casteel | Year Posted 2006
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