Charise M. Thompson
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I've kissed the lips of Death's Messenger
And been given my place in line -
So in a world where each child is a star,
This star will no longer shine.
Death's Messenger held out his hands to me
And he was one I could not resist -
So now I wait till my number is called,
And this life that I've lived will desist.
I live for love, and peace and faith
And helping others to climb -
For I have a purpose here on this earth,
That lets me live on borrowed time.
My purpose here has been to share
The lessons I've learned in life -