I am afraid,
afraid of what tomorrow may bring.
Maybe, I'll just pray,
and expect the door to ring.
I heard something,
I think it's the sound of a car.
Maybe I'm just imagining thing,
things that are way too far.
I am worried,
worried of what would happen.
Maybe, I'll just sit and read,
or write a poem using my time, my pen.
What if tomorrow is a mess?
Would you still look for the love of your life?
O, just worry less.
Cause you don't have to use a knife to end you life.
Everything is a cycle.
You just have to accept and answer each riddle.
Don't be afraid of tomorrow, Michael
You just have to be prepared and not to be miserable.
Everyday is a gift.
That's why we call it present.
Yet, why you have lo leave?
When we can lessen your burden?
I am in grieve,
asking why you have to die in sorrow.
Am I to be judge or live?
Live a life just like a free sparrow?
Yes, I'm imagining one thing.
Maybe from the book I've read.
As a sparrow, chirping.
And the person who died that once I've met.
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