Time here is done.

He dreamed of a family and success some day
but now they're just memories, there's simply no way
His intentions and feelings were never that bad
His body in the hospital and his mother so sad
She sits and she asks: why my dear son?
he looks and replies: my time here is done.
that answer; those words how could it be?
it's one thing his mother just couldn't see
his feelings and thoughts she never understood
she went on not knowing that nobody could
they both never knew that death might be good.

-Xtina

[inspired by my cousin]