Saturday, November 14, 2020

The Cold Grave

When the fragile flesh will fade
When hope is replaced by decay
My body will burn in the cold grave
And still I believe, and by grace
Let my soul be free, my soul saved
I heard the message that was sent
I have lived ready to die
I have smiled and I have cried
My time has passed
It could never last
So let me fade
Like all do in the end