The Faith Not Standing
I never gave a thought to
how I'd die
Nor live a life of gladness,
love and peace
As sol'tude spreads uþon
my slumbers, I
Am forc'd to consider a
Time's decrease.
Some say the days are
short and long, the nights
That breath in lasting,
must be spent as well
Some say there lives a
home for wrongs and
rights
For rights, it's Heaven;
wrongs reside in Hell.
I look onto my death as
ev'ning-fall
Whenever Time dissolves
and Fate retires
While wishing loss befall
that potent call
I look onto my death as
hungry fires.
Howe'er I die, I pray I'd
live content
Or leave atleast, not
minding where I'm sent.
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