What if life ends in your teen?
Even at nineteen, you are still not certain.
What if this life is just a cotton?
One day a heavy wind will blow and tear this cotton;
In due time, you will be long forgotten.
What if trust becomes shorten?
Then, that will leave you with nothing; everything you say and do, will sound, and look like the wrong thing.
What if the dead never died?
I tell you this, mother earth would've been fried,
But at least many eyes' won't have cried.
What if existence was by chance?
Maybe; just maybe, yours' would be a trance.
What if all those 'Saint's' days you thought you've lived are recorded as the old ways?
Then you wasted time being good,
You should have joined the hood.
What if you unconsciously die a sinner, because you used grace to...