From those around I hear a cry. A hopeless sight.
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 is too late…

They said: Each soul has its given date, When it must leave Its body core,
And meet with its Eternal Fate.

Oh mark the words that I do say, Who knows? Tomorrow could be your Day
And last, its 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! And Am I still Me?! Or has my soul been led astray,
And forced to pay a Priceless Fee?!

At last 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!