I cry out to my father’s name
When will my time come?
My patience’s has run out, my present ruin
I cry out your name
Why do you not seem to hear?
Am i barely such a fool?
My time is now, it should arrive for I am ready
The loss’s desire be near
Life’s pain and uncertainty, too much to bare
Sadness and confusion seems to follow like
The bee’s hive of stolen honey
I am ready to leave all behind,
I am finally ready to be with you for eternity
Only through the deaths knock and I open
Does deaths fantasy chafed me so
To an extent where the call to my Father is but a mere loss of word
Death is only a measly desire