The End
Cold and dark,
As night draws close.
Hopelessly trapped,
With no where to go.
End drawing near,
Time running out.
Head hung low,
Heart filled with doubt.
Heaven awaits
For your wholly soul.
People on earth,
Don't want you to go.
Confused, scared,
Waiting for the day.
When god comes
To take you away.
It's too happen soon,
So you've been told.
Prepare yourself
For your time to go.
You can't change things
That are in the past.
Face them now,
Your'e time come at last.
Copyright © Laura Warthen-Swafford | Year Posted 2008
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