The Thoughts of a Dying Man (or Woman) - (Aged 17 - October 1996)

I wake to see the sunset;

A Deep Purple and red.

I sit and weep a happy tear

From the covers of my bed.

I think about my life;

What I would change if I could.

I sit and weep a sorrowful tear

Knowing that I should.

I think about my family;

The life force of my soul.

I sit and weep a happy tear

For Whom the Bell Tolls.

Lastly,

I think about what my family are thinking

And I say

"I am not dead.

My Body has departed

But my spirit and soul remain".