She Calls To Me

Alone I walk an unknown route,

My late wife guiding every step.

She calls to me with arms outstretched,

She calls me to eternal rest.

 

Please do not grieve when I am gone,

I am content to fade away.

My loving wife she calls to me,

She is calling me today.

 

Towards the light I turn my face,

And leap into her arms,

My beautiful wife she calls to me,

She calls me to my grave.

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Dying Thoughts of a Non-Believer

Staring blankly at the door of death,

Feeling confused by the thoughts in my head,

Is this really my time?

Is this how it ends?

Will this lead me to heaven?

In my faith this depends.

 

I never saw God,

Never turned to the light,

All I had was the darkness,

This doesn’t seem right.

To throw myself forwards into the unknown,

To leave what is dear and leave behind my broken home.

 

The silence is calling,

It whispers strange things,

Realisation is dawning,

As I stare into the abyss.

Can’t believe what I’m seeing, is this heaven or hell?

Of that I’m unsure but there’s just one way to tell.

 

So I’ve made my decision,

Into the silence I’ll go,

But don’t grieve for me darling,

There’s one thing you should know,

That I have my regrets of the things that I’ve done,

But I know in my heart you were always the one.