“Tell me what's the point of life Is it material? Had everything I could ever want and probably more When I lay in bed at night All I do is think of you So when all this is gone what do I have to come home to? This life goes by so fast Pretty soon I'll grow old What would I have but some stories now that I have told No one to share them with And when it's all done What am I left with? Tell me what's left_ I don't want to be alone I don't want to die alone I could fall apart here and now I don't want to die alone”
