My Last Party
Go figure,
My very last party,
And no one knows I'm here,
And they're all talking
about me,
Seems they really care...
If only I could get
over to that chair...
They might recognize me,
That I'm really there
I mean, I'm dressed in
my finest clothes,
My skin and hair are perfect
There's lots I'd like to share
What it's like to die,
And yet I am still there,
The tranquility that I've
never before felt
The Oneness with God,
who welcomes me to his
kingdom,
Explaining wordlessly,
why my cards were so dealt
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