If I knew how I was going to meet my end,
I would deceive it,
At least I hope I would.
And even though it would be inevitable,
the worst part would be,
I know I am nearing the beginning to my end,
Its just the question of how.
There I would lie, with my arms open,
ready to surrender to the same force that borne me,
Just make the pain less fatal,
Just tell how I will breathe my last breath.
Pray for me and the moment would pass,
Don't let it reside, for my last wish is,
Hand me a veil and a rose on my way out,
burn me and bury my ashes deep down in the soil,
for once I would return,
to live again,
but for just once.
Once again.
