I wonder what will happen
The day I cease to be

Who will be there crying
Retrieving memories of me

Will there be another place
Of which people often spoke

Or will there be just darkness
Another one of life's stupid jokes

Will I be blind or shall I see
Be deaf or will I hear

Everything but who I was
Will be reflecting in the mirror

My arms, my hands, my legs, my feet
Forever motionless and numb

I fear the day that it arrives
But I know that it will come

I must cherish every moment
I must drive and strive to thrive

To celebrate just who I am
Reassuring me that I'm still alive