Clearly defined, drawn that line
I can see old signs, pointing skyward.
Another day going foward with or without me
I trudge toward.
Every movement aches, as I press on while
I’m awake
Nothing I can take will aleve this pain in my soul.
Daily tasks, monotounus to ask, can’t believe I was
the head of my class, back in the day of old.
Thinkin bout the streets of gold, Lord I’ll be there
soon, take me on to a place beyond where pain
cannot ensue.
I dream about it day and night as I struggle with
this pain and might.
Gonna give it up, oh gonna let go, all this hurt and
nauseous woe.
Feel the summer breeze across my face, as the window
pane is open and my eyes start to haze, all the countless
starts out tonight, Lord can one of them be mine?
Think I’m dying pain is grappling, holding on tightly,
slowily wrapping.
Crying in pain, alone and not afraid, just wish it’d come
quickly, Lord I can’t die in vain. So I repent, because I know
that tonight will be my last I hope.
I scream I’m sorry in the wind, wishing everyone I hurt could
hear it within.
I look down and see my body still. No movement on my house
on a hill. I whisper to God thank you, in this place, marvelous it
is, you should see his face.
I see sirens now coming, someone’s worried, someone’s phoning
my family my friends, my next of kin, tell em not to worry
I’ve already written my earthly story.

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