You Never Know How Much Time You Have
I drive to work,
On a deserted road.
On a deserted road.
Not a street lamp in sight.
On I go.
At the last moment I see them,
Walking drunkenly side by side.
I don't want to kill them,
So I swerve to the right.
So I swerve to the right.
Oh it's blackest of nights,
My darkest day.
I try to breath,
Through the pain.
Heaven's door is opening,
While Hell's gate yawns wide.
I think to myself,
" I'm to young to die!"
" I need more time!"
" I'm not ready yet!"
Cry all of those,
With dreams unmet.
But judgement will come,
Whether your ready or not.
How will you fare,
When your number is called?
I start screaming now,
For just one more breath,
To tell my daughter I love her,
To hold her once more before the end.
But my lungs have gone still.
My voice is gone.
My arms are empty.
Times up.
" I need more time!"
" I'm not ready yet!"
Cry all of those,
With dreams unmet.
But judgement will come,
Whether your ready or not.
How will you fare,
When your number is called?
I start screaming now,
For just one more breath,
To tell my daughter I love her,
To hold her once more before the end.
But my lungs have gone still.
My voice is gone.
My arms are empty.
Times up.
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