How do you know when it's your turn to go?
Does God give you a hint?
When my day comes I want to know.
I probably won't want to go.
Heaven is wonderful.
But the life I leave behind was sourful.
I made so many mistakes.
So many reals, so many fakes.
Never knowing who I truly was.
Living with severe flaws.
Flaws that could hurt.
Flaws that were so alert.
Did I live my life how I had planned?
Was it how God intended me to end?
The questions stay with me.
They mold my life to how I think it should be.
Happy, sad.
Maybe depressed.
When will me day come?
Will I know to say good-bye?
