When death comes
Like sweat falling into an open wound
When death comes and takes every dream you've ever slept upon
By shaking you until you can't control yourself;
When death comes like a fever infusing your body;

When death comes
Like a grain of sand stuck in the eye
I want to step through the burning coals wondering what I have in store.

And therefore I look upon everything
As a polished antique;
And I look upon time as nothing more but a speed limit
And I consider imagination as another cracked window

And I think of each cloud as a magic carpet,
Wanting to take me away and show me
That I have nothing to fear –
Not even death

And each tear as hopeful as a baby learning to walk
And each smile as giving as the woman handing her last dollar
To the homeless man

When it's over, I want to say; every waking day
I was a princess born to happiness.
I was a prince praised for courage.

When it's over I don't want to regret much or cry myself to sleep.
I don't want to look at myself in the mirror eclipsed with pain and guilt
I don't want to be sorry for living a boring and careful life