(MV42)

I've tried for many an hour and a minute. 

To imagine this world without me in it. 

I cannot think of a new born day,

without me here -- somehow -- someway. 

I can't imagine the autumn's flare

without me here -- alive -- aware. 

I cannot think of a dawn in spring

without my hearts awakening. 

These treasured years will come and go with swifter pace,

but this I know,

I have no fear -- I have no dread,

of that marked day that lies ahead. 

My flesh will turn to Ash and Clay

but I'll be here --Somehow -- Someway.