Gone

July 31, 2008
By
i hear the angels calling as i lay here in my bed
they call his name to come with us
as he smells the breath of death
he tells them hes not ready
he says this life is mine
but they thell him its his time
as he falls into the darkness falling one step at a time
he hears his name they call again for him to come and play
he feals the presher on his kneck and tastes the death of pain
before he goes he sees the light
and goes into the darkness which forever is his night.





Post a Comment

Be the first to comment on this article!

bRealTime banner ad on the left side
Site Feedback