When I die

When I die, I wonder.

When I cease to breathe,

When I’m on the examining table,

When the bright lights are on my skin,

And I’ve been dusted for fingerprints,

If the doctor will know who I belong to.

Maybe, if he’d open up my chest,

He’d see in my heart

Who left an everlasting mark,

And call the right man.

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