...if that's all the time we have...

From these words I hear a cry

A muffled sob, a hopeless sigh

I hear their foot steps leaving slow

and then i know my soul Fly!

A chilly wind begins to blow,

within my Soul from head to toe

And then, Last Breath escapes my lips

It's Time to leave, and I must Go! 

So, It's time( But it;s too late)

They said: Each Soul has it Given Date

When it must leaves it;s body's core

And meet with its Eternal Fate.

Oh Mark the word that I do say

Who knows, Tomorrow could be my Day!

At last it comes to Heaven or Hell

Decide which now, Do Not Delay!

Come on my brothers et us pray

Decide which now Do Not Delay!

Oh God! Oh God! I cannot see!

My eyes are Blind! Am I still me

Or has my soul been let astray,

And forced to pay a Priceless  Fee

Alas to Dust we all return,

Some shall rejoice while others Burn

if only I knew that before

The line grew short, and come my Turn!

And now as beneath the sod

They lay me (with my record flawed)

They cry not knowing I cry worse,

For, they go home, I face my God!

Oh Mark the words that I do say,

Who knows? Tomorrow could be your day.