If I were to die today
who would be there to say
What a nice girl and such good friend?
Too bad she came to such an unfortunate end.

Who would go to the funeral
and laugh with approval?
Or cry and miss me
or wish you had kissed me?

What color would my casket be?
and what clothes would they put on me?
What songs would be played
and pictures displayed?

Would there be any stories
of how I fought my disease?
Or would everyone just shake their heads
while my mother sits there and rips a flower to shreds.

Who would speak of my ways?
Of being with me on long hot summer days?
Would they remember the long laughs we had?
or recall the times when I still had a dad?

I mostly wonder just one thing,
not what times ahead may bring
but more about who it will be.
Who will be the one that will replace me?