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!