Lying in the deathbed,
with all your hopes are gone,
waiting for the angels,
to come and take you home.
Home, where there will be light,
beautiful mornings and a lovely night,
Where no one will bother you,
and the sky won't be gray but blue...
Sadly I am not in that position yet,
there will a lot of things I will need to forget,
Life is not perfect and it never can be,
and I will be happy, there is no guarantee,
Although sorrow is the seed, for fruit of joy,
There is no meaning of a smile if you never cry,
Doesn't matter how painfully my life goes by,
But this is definitely the way I want to die..
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