My last breath
My last breath
My soul in this this pen
My last breath in this ink
I could expose my soul, but then
What would people think
I could end on a happy note
Just say life was good
I could even gloat
But it would depend on where I stood
When my demise is to come
Should I even write a note
I feel I should tell the tale of what I done
The deeds and wrongs I should denote
Thoughts I never gave birth to
Thanks that’s long past due
Lies that were never made true
The point that never found my view
So many things I could write on that note
before my death
at the end of the road
what would you say in your last breath?