If I were destined to die tomorrow
I would not wish you there right by my side
For I could not bear to see your sorrow,
And by then you’d have known that I had lied.

Each time you asked how I felt, I’d say fine.
I did not want you to worry for me
I was ill, but content, for you were just mine.
And I wished, next week, that’s how you’d still be.

I know that it’s selfish to think that way
But even so, I don’t want you to go
No more than you want to say to me bye
I wish that to death’s face, I could say no.

If I were destined to die tomorrow
I’d pray it be years before you follow.