I keep trying to run,
but there is nowhere to hide
from all of my problems
that I keep inside.
Honestly, I think
we're all just waiting to die.
We try to seize the moment,
but then its "good bye",
and forced to face reality,
you see an ugly side.
There is no one that knows me,
that can say I hadn't tried;
everyone's watched me grow,
and seen me as I died.
There's still nothing I want to say
after all the tears I've cried,
my words received no water
and to the world they simply dried.
With no direction,
I only stumble with no guide,
a wimpering soul,
just trying to get by.
My mind my biggest bully,
a truth I should confide...
as it rips on me each day,
I wish to run and hide.
I can't stand to seize the moment;
I must go out with the tide
even though I ran away
they can't say I hadn't tried.

From those around...
I hear a cry...
Oh God! Oh God!
My eyes are blind...

From those around..
I hear a cry,
A muffled sob,
A hopeless sigh,
I hear their footsteps 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,
It's time to leave and I must go!

So, it is true but it's too late,
They said: "Each soul has its *Given Date",
When it must leave its body's core,
and meet with its Eternal Fate.

Oh! mark the words I do say,
Who knows tomorrow could be your Day,
At last it comes to Heaven or Hell,
Decide which now do NOT delay!

Come on my brothers let us pray,
Decide which now do not delay!

Oh God! Oh God! I cannot 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 with my *record flawed,
They cry not knowing I cry worse,
For they go home.. I face my God!