Let me die because I do not want to see the sun again.

I know no words of prayer - God help me because I can not help myself.

We like lists because we don't want to die.

On the last lap, I felt like I was going to die.

For what is it to die, But to stand in the sun and melt into the wind?

Yours is the light by which my spirit's born: - you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.