Is it my time
The window holds no joy anymore
There's no need for knocks on my door
My time, my hesitation subsides
Life's true mystery, no longer hides
My bed is my jail, my cage today
My reason to be, I miss lay
My thoughts dull, my memories fog
I reach for them, so tired of the slog
Each day, each hour one and the same
I'm not bitter as I am glad I came
But my bed is my jail, my cage today
My reason to be, I mislay
So is it my time? My call to above
Will God send my key with a dove
Releasing my body from my soul
To begin my rise, my final stroll
I left my bed no jail, no cage today
For those left behind now, I love and pray.
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