Seasons In The Sun

Feeling the raindrops touch down on my skin,
While walking at one of London's empty streets.
Cold blurs my mind to let my story begin;
So I want you to sit back now and listen to me.

We all get eager to waste our lives sometimes,
Without being aware of our valuable sunny days.
To live without worry and to hide from hard times,
But you can never know when it will start to rain.

I had the money so fooled myself as powered,
It made me think I could live however I want.
But money is a thing that can be easily devoured,
And it has nothing to do with your health.

Finally understood it when I found myself watching,
The rain outside on one of the hospital's window.
Summer days I lived were so amazing,
Yet I won't be able to see any other.

Then learned I fainted because I had that brain tumor,
I was left with so few days although I can't admit.
There were no one left now even to tell me a bloomer,
Or any sad face that will cry behind me when I'm gone.

So I made myself tread the streets to say goodbye,
And to live that lovely breeze for the last time.
Because I will no longer have any of my
Seasons in the sun...