If I should be told that i will die
Will i be strong or will i cry?
Will tears flow upon my face
As i endure the pain that i embrace?
I cannot hide the agony i feel within
My heart and head and under my skin.
I cannot describe the torture that lives with me.
I am its prisoner that will never set me free.
Hour upon hour.Day by day
I sleep.I eat.I read and pray.
Hoping that i will be rid of all its power.
Leaving me wilting like a flower.
Soon the pain has passed me by
As i reach out to touch the sky.
My courage has ended.Silence takes hold.
All of a sudden the room grows cold.
I cannot say another word.
I try to whisper but cannot be heard.
And closing my eyes my eternal sleep has but started.
As i enter the world of the departed.
R