If I Live Or If I Die

Vanderslice John 8 1 204 0
Little fly Your summers play My thoughtless hand Has brushed away And ended your day Am I not a fly like you Are you not a man like me Oh I dance and drink and sing 'Til some hand tears off my wing If thought is life and strength and breath And the want of thought is death Then am I a happy fly? If I live or if I die