Who will be waiting for me when I die?
Anyone at all with a comforting smile?
Family members long since gone?
Or friends forgotten that once were known?
Who will be waiting at the end of this life?
When I finally lay down and shut my old eyes
And then to wake up somewhere that's new
The dream now over and the story all told
Who will be waiting, anyone at all?
Or is it just an ending with no curtain call?
And will I know as I draw my last breath
That none of it mattered and it all led to death?
And if no one is waiting for me to go on
And there's no tunnel of light or feelings of warmth
I can't help but wonder as I slowly die
Will I laugh at the truth or will I silently cry?
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Saxon Crow (
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Comments2
Deep.
I will be waiting, sitting in a bar with my dad, Mozart, Chet Baker and Johnny Cash, you will be very welcome to join us SC.
Andy
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