If Tomorrow Was Goodbye
If tomorrow was goodbye, and today was your last,
Would it take you half a minute, to straighten out the past?
Would you heal those you’ve wounded with a great deal of haste,
Would you say only precious words, let nothing go to waste?
Never take for granted the valuable beat of your heart,
The boiling blood within your veins, you are the finest art.
Good deeds are accomplished just as death is round the bend,
Do good purely of your own accord, never just pretend.
You are your own mind and body, the candle in the dark,
A strong and glorious wildfire, starts with a single spark.
Wield words of power as philosophers, poets, dreamers,
Honour is anticipating, and one day you will see her.
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