Life is a lonesome journey
until you find your soulmate
Even then you really walk alone
to the destination ultimate
We are all cosmic travellers here
in the quest for happiness, we keep going
We call it living a life
Aren’t we all but dying?
And so, a thought crosses my mind:
If I were to die tonight
would you cry a few remorseful tears?
over my cold dead body
that will no longer taste your fears
After I’m gone, I wonder if you would testify
your love for me and gratify
my grave with my favourite wildflowers and beautify
Tell me, if I were to die tonight, would you
kneeling over my epitaph – my love for you – sanctify?