What If...
                                       By Jaclyn Krause


What if the bright sunny skies turn dull and gray,
And everybody just turns and walks away,

What if the last of the leaves had fallen,
And the Devil has already begun his callen'

What if the last drop of rain hits the dry ground,
And all the waves come crashing down,

What if I sit, alone and full of shame,
Watching you with all your fortune and fame,

What if the day came that I should die,
Would you laugh, or would you cry?