In the mire's sea I swam,
Not as fish but as clam.
In struggles and difficulties,
Silence, darkness and impossiblities.


Harsh and cruel realities I face,
As with impatience all through I pace.
It took him, but not her again.We've never bargain.


With lives gone, I thought it was nature,
But with my flower taken,my balloon pride punctured.
Woe,woe I cried again as another it takes.
What's my life on Earth? Oh  piece of cake!


Courage on, sucide is gonna do,
But will this hostile world let me go?
In thought of how, with mind so stiff,
I was again mistaken for a thief.


**** her, **** her, they shouted,
Then, I remembered those words I never counted.
Of the king of glory who was wronged,
So as for the sins of men he might purged.


For the tactics to go to him all I know,.
But does He cares? does his blood for me it flow?
To death and him, the latter I'll try,
In me, his mercies was all for I cried.



Eyes shut, for no one and I had,
Little did I know my little prayer was heard.
My swift call of this Supreme name,
Did what I can't even  believe in a game.



In him now I trust cos all my sins purified,
By his grace from all guilt justified.
Families and friends, his chosen one supply,
Now always his SUPREME NAME Everytime I apply.

When out of the earth, to that of oblivion
When my wealth are left behind,
And my work and deeds unfinished.
Even all strives lay in vain.


When I'm gone and my fames all dies.
And not my name in the house of tomorrow,
When I'm gone and my mouth are mute and my ears deaf,
When I'm gone and never to come back.


When I'm gone to the place of truth,
And all coverups lay opened.
When I'm gone and my eyes shut, hands tied.
When on the cold floor I lay, what worth is the nourished skin i paid.


When I'm gone and alone in an helpless corridor,
Face palming and biting my fingers, reminiscing my bads and looking to the place of perdition.
Got alot of fears to say when I'm gone.


When I'm gone, who shall mourn me,
Who shall call for me even when my ears are numb.
Who shall try to find nd forgive my mistakes, even if none can see my wandering spooke.
WHEN I'M GONE.


When I'm gone and the rooster on the stile crows behind me,
And life despair when the only visitation remains in every dreams.
When I'm gone and ne'er to wake from my slumber,
And my only memory and what i deserve is a flower in the necropolis.

WHEN I'M GONE

As I wrestled with him fiercely all day,
Thinking not he's my potter, and I clay.
My mind in one thing he only can give,
With earnest strife, I Know I'll receive.

I roared in impatience as days turn nights,
With hunger, red was my sight.
Pain and frustration in my ***** lingers,
Or was my sins behind why I'm hindered

Cognitively I received"not of work but of mercy"
For a sinner like  Me I've been too bold and feisty.
Hypocrite was I for to all world shown,
And always with pride I went to the throne.

Humbly I bow, when realisation  was dawn,
With my heart screaming for mercy, from my sin I turn.
Now as a son, with peace and boldness I go,
With power and authority I'll fight my foe.