One day you will die
And go to a place
You will stand there with your god
What will you say?
Will you recognize him in the first sight
Or will you take a little time?
Will you ask him his name first
Or will you sing your little rhymes?
What will you say if he asks you
How was your life?
Will you show him your scars first
Or your back filled with knives?
Will you stand there patiently
Or will you run to hug him first?
Will you tell him what you gain in life
Or tell him what you lost?
Will you tell him who you met?
When you drink his cup of tea
Will you tell him of the vast lands first
Will you tell him about the enormous sea?
Will you tell him about the love of Your pretty little life or
Will you tell him how you miss your children and your Beautiful wife?
Will you tell him about your parents who give you birth or
Will you tell him how many times you wanted to leave his earth?
Will you tell him how many wishes were left there unfulfilled or
Will you tell him about the blank spaces left to be filled?
Will you boast about the money that you make in your life but
What if he asks you where is all the money that you bring and hide?
I know what you will do
You will sit there empty-handed
With nothing by your side
But maybe he will love to hear
All the memories that you made
Maybe he will love to hear who left
You at tough times and who always stayed
Maybe he will want to know the little things that made you happy
Or all the things that you said made your day a little more crappy!
The little cup of tea will be finished soon
He will ask you what you want
A curse or a boon
But...