From those around I herea cry
A muffle sod ,a hopeless sigh
I hear their foot steps leaving slow,
And then I know my soul must fly!
A chilly wind begins to blow
Within my soul ,from head to toe,
And then , last breath escapes my lips,
Its time to leave and I must go !
so it is true, but it's too late
they siad: each soul has its giving date,
When it must leave its body's core,
And meet with its eternal fate
Oh mark the words that I do say,
Who Knonws ? Tomorrow could be your day,
At last it comes to heaven or hell
Decide which now do not delay !
Come on my beothers, let's pray
Decid which now do not delay !
Oh God ! Oh God! I can not see !
My eyes are blind ! Am I still me !?
Or has my soul been led astray,
And forced to pay a priceless fee ?
Alas to dust we all return
Some shall rejoice , while others burn
If only I knew that before
The line grew short and came my turn
And now , as beneath the sod they lay me ( me with my record flawed)
They cry not Knowing I crs worse
For they go home, I face my God
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