Fancy Glass

When my time has come, I will leave with a smile, No sad goodbyes, it’s just not my style. My time here on earth is full of love and light, But when He calls me home, it will be all right. A funeral, a service? No, I think I will pass, Just have a drink on me, in a fancy glass. Life is short, and time is fleeting, Love hard every day and keep repeating. We will meet again, I hope you remember me well. And on my birthday, just ring a bell. I’ll always be listening.