If I had no more time left to be here
Would you cherish what we had?
Would memories of me make you smile?
Or will you begin to be what you never were.
When I'm gone
Would you have stopped to listen?
In my darkest nights and deepest despairs
Would you have cared?
To Know me at least.
When I'm gone
Would you have accepted me as I was,
And be proud of me like I was you?
Would you have made everyday of our lives,
moments to live for?
Now I'm gone
And you realize I was a gift,
you never opened
I was gold wrapped in dirty thread
I'm home to where I belong;
And you wish you had me again.
