They ask if I’m afraid to die
I stare at them and ask them why.
Because you’re sick, the time is here
I lived life pure, nothing to fear
Will it hurt? Will there be pain?
It hurts in life, it’s just the same
My love will cry when I depart
My love will stay deep in her heart
I taught my kids to do their best
Fate will handle all the rest
All the tales told by my friends
Ensure my legacy never ends
In my life I always cared
So, when they ask me if I’m scared
I tell them that I’m not afraid
That over time my dues I’ve paid
So, if heaven is such a place
I’ll wait for them in His grace
- Author: Pappy155 ( Offline)
- Published: October 2nd, 2024 07:34
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 11
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Sweet is the passing death...
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