“Sometimes i wonder, if people knew exactly when they would die, how they would live their lives differently.
Would the workaholic company man come home at four o’clock instead of eight, so he could eat dinner with his family?
Would the housewife leave the laundry for another day to instead go shopping with her daughter?
Would the people of the world still waste away, begging for the acceptance of a society that was too cold and uncaring to remember their name?”
“Careful what you do,
Cause God is watching your every move.
Hold my hand in the dark street,
for if you do I’ll know that I’ll be safe.
Even if I’m far away and alone,
I can be sure that you’ll find me there.
This I know.
You draw me close for a while, So quiet.
You tell me everythig .
If I forget what you say,
then you’ll come to me, and tell me again.
Yes, you’d tell me again.
But what happens when I know it all?
Then what should I do after that?
What then?”
