When it will be our time to go
Either we take the highway
The one way, or the wrong way
We will go

Should we die young or grow to be old
With a speech, a splash, without a word
Or with nothing but a whisper
We will go

We’ll leave behind all the things dear to our heart
Either all through it, we suffer
Or we enjoy life till the last day
We will go

We may want to vanish or hope to stay
leaving a footprint, or nothing at all
with a smile or nothing but a scowl
We’ll be go

Some dream of a life
That will show them better times
Others wish this one to the last
And to go fast as a flash, and be gone

For many, life is an odd blessing
Others would never want to leave this world
But all we will…