From those around I hear a Cry
A muffled sob, a Hopeless sigh
I hear their footsteps leaving slow
And then I know my soul must 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 is True But it's too Late
They said, Each soul has its Given Date
When it must leave its body's core
And meet with its Eternal Fate
Oh mark the words that I do say
Who knows? Tomorrow could be your Day
At last, it comes to Heaven or Hell
Decide which now, Do NOT delay
Come on my brothers let's 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 led 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 came 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
At last, it comes to Heaven or Hell
Decide which now, Do NOT delay
Come on my brothers let's pray
Decide which now, do not delay
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
''They lay me with my record flawed They cry, not knowing I cry worse For, they go home, I face my God'' nice rational poem, nice ode to God........10