Dying To Live
Dying to Live
From off this bier I will arise one day.
And nothing that has cowered me before,
Will hie me back again from whence I stray;
I leave, and seal the mausoleum door.
When from that threshold that I do depart,
I leave my travails lying on the floor.
Knowing that this new life stands apart,
I turn my back on fear I cannot tame.
Determining that I will make a start,
Where love and hopes rebound, and bear not shame.
But fear will not hinder my hurried flight,
From hush-voiced days I lost that whispered blame.
And though I stumbled through with blinded sight,
I boldly challenge terror-shrouded night.
© Copyright 2013 Shawn H. Hall - All Rights Reserved
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