Written on June 27, 2025
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When death is spoken the word clings to the skin like a heart, once broken not knowing how or when when death comes to call the tears feel like the wind stilling the spirit of us all wondering how we’ve sinned? When death is on the mind there is a feeling of such confusion might our time - life just rewind was it all just a great delusion? when death brings its shadow and our hearts feel so alone nothing we can buy or borrow to silence the fears we’ve known when death tells its story there is nothing we can say we’ll simply move to glory leaving life, where we always pray… for our lives to shine with love for our purpose to be achieved for our spirits to go home, above leaving behind friends who grieved
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