When I go

When I go what will I leave behind?

Will it be desired and loved?

Or just old and falling apart?

Will it have the power to heal a trampled heart?

Will there be music and dancing?

Or just apathy and striff?

Will I have been able to change a life?

When I go what will I go to?

Will there be angles and singing?

Or will it be shadows and gloom?

Or just the constant darkness of the tomb?

I'll go it alone as we all must

Until my body returns to dust.

But before I go drifting away

I want to be able to say

That I laugh a hell of a lot,

I loved much and more often than not,

And I truly lived every single day!