When the world ends
I will not hide
around the bend,
fear by my side.
I will not close my eyes
and cower.
I'll watch the sun rise
and stand that very hour
alone,
with a telescope,
at home,
I won't need hope.
I know that I will die
with the others,
but I won't cry
while angles hover,
I will stand tall
And I will watch the world fall.
If you know you're going to die, for me there's no more need for fear. You may as well enjoy you're last moments. Imagine what falling stars look like as the sun rises.
