I’m convinced I’m not crazy
And I’ll tell you why
I do have to warn you
It may make you cry
I looked death in the face
We were in a close race
As I lay in my death bed
I was beginning to dread
That my faith had deserted me
But where could it flee
Then a calmness befell me
I was able to see
All the good I had done here
My heart filled with glee
Death no longer scared me
For I was able to see
Being kind to others
Allows one to fly
To one’s just reward
High in the sky
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem