If my number were called today,
 I just have to stop and wonder...
What would people say?
How would they remember me?
 After I've gone away...
I'd like to think that when I'm gone,
 I touched the hearts of others
Somehow with my very own...
As I think about my past,and of friendships that I thought
would last and last,
I can't remember ever being mean or unfair,
I thought I always tried to show how much I cared:
I feel like I always offered a helping hand,
Not just to some, but to all my fellow man...
I know that life will go on, even with me gone;
Now I hope and pray, that on that day,
I wont be out here all alone...
SO when my number is called and it's time for me to leave,
How will you remember me?
Will you grieve or be relieved?
All these things I wonder; but will never know;
Until that day comes,
And it's time for me to go...