When I die,If I could come back,These would all be the things.So even when i'm gone,Your heart will always sing.At night I would be your sheets,To keep you warm in bed.Also your pillow,To cradle your beautiful head.In the morning your cup,So I could feel your lips against me.In your car your visor,To help those soft eyes see.At work I want to be your chair,To keep you comfy and ease your day.To be all the smiles for you,So many would come your way.At the end of the day,To be your last thought.as you lay down on your bed,And my wishes begin again.
