April 3, 2001
If I were gone tomorrow
Would you cry?
Would you think of me often,
Of the day, on which I died?
Would you wish I were here,
So, you could wipe the tears from my eyes?
Would you yearn to hold me,
Comfort me, and tell me that I am loved?
Please say it now, before it is to late!
Why must I be the one to wait?
I need to know I am doing ok,
Making you proud in every way.
I need you to tell me how you feel
If I am treating you right, or making you ill?
Please say it to me now
Before it is to late…
…You will never realize how much you will ache…
