what if i die to night,but deep inside,i will be glad..
will it be a joy,sorrow or delight,
and does it really matter,whether i am or i m not,
coz all this world,just seems to be a plot!
would the earth stop moving,and the sun stop shining,
would the stars stop twinkling and the wind stop rhyming,
would the men stop doing their daily chores,
would the water stop splashes on sea shores,
if nothing in this world is gonna change at all,
then who on earth are we afraid to fall,
then some would come to say good bye!
but i wont be there to see them sigh!
and some would remember in their silent tears,
in remembers of those wonderfull pears,
for the world that night might be sad,