If I died
it would not matter
the world'd move on
it would not shatter
time would still
continue to flow
and if I died
few would know.
some might cry,
and rain might fall,
but routine wouldn't stop,
no not at all.
so If I fall,
from grace and light,
remember my name,
whisper it at night,
and I will come to you.
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