Why should I die? Why should I live? Why should I die, I have nothing to give? In God's presence, I will stand. Without a present, in my hand. When should I die? Today or tomorrow? What will you feel? Sad or sorrow? Will you wake me, from my sleep? Will you wake me, for me to keep? In my slumber, I will stay. Will you ever, go away? Why should I die? Why should I live? Why should I die, I have nothing to give?