If I were to leave this world before you,
please weep: for you, not for me.
Coz I just lost my life,
but you just lost your hive.
If I were to meet God before you,
please be reminded:
that I won't be around to curb your anger,
that you won't be bound to pretend any longer.
So if it happens sooner than anyone would have thought:
I worry not.
As I am sure I have lived as I believed.
As good deeds would live as they were weaved.
Soon, you'll reap what you sow too.
