If I were to die tonight, would anyone care?
Would anyone see?
Would I make a sound, or die like a tree?
And If I die like a tree,
How would it come to be?
Would I fall with the force of an oak?
Or would I suffocate in my own pine smoke?
Could man cut me down, like so many others?
Would I drown in my own tears, for my fallen brothers?
However I come to be,
I can only hope I end just being me.