How?

How are we to walk along,
A path that's not yet chosen,
How are we to live our lives,
In threads that aren't yet woven.

Do I say I love you now,
Or wait for what's to come?
If I say I love you now,
Will I regret it when it's done?

So many questions that must be asked,
So many questions why,
Why must I drift away to sleep,
Without a lullaby?

Do I not deserve to slip away,
To the sound of a soft sweet voice,
Is there anybody here,
That, if I awaken, will rejoice?

Will you be there beside me,
Will you be with me if I die,
Will you be sat here with me,
To hear my last goodbye?

So many questions that must be asked,
So many questions why,
Why must I drift away tonight,
Without hearing your reply?