End
Even if the end draws near
I will not succumb to fear
Even if death is at my footstep
I will not turn dark and damp
There is no room for rain or hale
I would rather embrace the finale
It is better to savour what remains
Instead Of fearing the coming end
So keep my soul unto thy hand
For my prayers to thee i send
Copyright © Isaac C Lalduhawma | Year Posted 2014
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