If One Day I Don't Wake up Anymore by Emmanuel Abraham Jr.

If one day I don’t wake up anymore,
And I’m done walking through life’s corridor

I’ll be but a painting hung in one’s mind

Highly designed and yet hardly defined

If one day I don’t wake up anymore,

Should my soul decline or live still and soar?

Would my memory last or fade away?

And be gone with me when I’m dead someday

If one day I don’t wake up anymore,

Will eyes be as heavy as clouds on pour?

Whose eyes I know then will I find in tears?

Those I’ve shared but a glance or those with years?

If one day I don’t wake up anymore,

The world shall still spin, they can but ignore

I’ll leave this place with a smile on my face

Yet eyes in tears as I recount my days

If one day I don’t wake up anymore,

Guess things will just be as fine as before

Forever then be locked my secret door

And my stinging past lost forevermore