If I Breathe My Last

If I die today,

How would you feel?

Will you cry a bucket,

Full of sadness and regret?

If I’m gone tomorrow,

How will you mourn my death?

Would you be in sorrow,

Or be glad that I don’t breathe?

I wonder if I could ever see you,

As the tales of souls and spirit,

Which is said to linger on this world,

While the living continues to live?

If I breathe my last today,

How would you weep?

Will you do it in deep silence?

Or wail to the top of your voice?

I wonder if I will ever hear you,

Or feel the tears you shed?

But then if I leave this world today,

I wish I could hug you first.

And tell how much I love you,

Until my final end.