I'd expect to lose all of my material things
And I'll look into the ever, perhaps oblivion
Waiting for the first voice to be heard
Not thinking angel choirs singing
But something will look into my being
Asking me urgently, firmly
If I've spent every last ounce of my life
Leaving behind absolutely nothing
I've nothing of worth so I can say of course
I had nothing to hold in reserve
I lived in the light, not the shadows
I've nothing I can prove
But a resident hope
And the time and effort
To stay above the surface while trying to live
A life worthy of the sacrifice
That made everything have value
