When I'm lain motionless
And the darkness is near
Will family surround me
Will anybody be there
Will my deathbed be a single
In a one bedroom home
Will I go with a whimper
In a cold room alone
With my last breath I breathe
Will I know any pride
Or will regret fill the moments
Towards the end of my life
Will the vultures all circle
Will they pick at my bones
Will my honour be questioned
Or will respect be what's shown
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