If Today was my last day
If my eyes were to never see
The beauty of the moon again
If the sun was to set
Set with my life with it.

Would the kiss of the sun
Feel different on my skin
Would the touch of the wind
Be welcomed or would I just cover my eyes
Would the world feel alive in my dying moments?

Would time move slowly with a drag
or will it drag me with a rush
Would i be proud of all i have done
Or would i pack my dream in a case
And wait to be packed in a casket?

Would I rush to the person
That my eyes have courageously studied
Yet my lips refuse to form words next to
Would I confess my undying love
In my dying moments?

Would I rush to friend and foe
To apologise,i did wrong to both
Would I pray like a dying man
To fool the good Lord
That I am a changed person?

Would the world feel this loss
Would the trees turn grey
Would they shed their leaves
Would the sky also be gloomy and weep
Would Tomorrow remember?

No! I would do no such things
Neither will such things happen
For we are grains in time
Just waiting for our time
And the world must continue.