years ago i learned that we come into this world alone and die alone . it is not the hand you hold at the end that matters only that the time comes quickly and swift . for those thet cry dont cry for you they only cry becuase ther is now a hole in ther life that they cannot fill . when my time comes i hope that no one morns for me , for it will be a wast of tears . I hope that eny that loved me will rase a glass to me and get drunk . for when i walk that road it will be alone .
