There is no guarantee that the future will become your past;
Each breath that you breathe might be the breath that you breathe last;
No promise of a tomorrow before you meet your final end;
No definitive opportunity to hug a loved one or a friend.
That confession of love, you procrastinate to say;
That statement of gratitude that you just let slip away;
That declaration of pride that for some reason you hold inside,
The opportunity to express them all may just have passed you by.
Don’t wait for the perfect time; it may never come to call;
If you don’t do those things today they might never get done at all;
Don’t risk a last goodbye with a compliment unsaid;
Don’t leave them always wondering about the silence when you’re dead.