The sounds seem to die
In this heart of mine
My heart can always hear the telling of a lie
Soon my eyes will shine
With the glisten of a tear
And I will know that my end is near







Does The Lord ever notice
When we are gone?
Did he listen to our prayers
In the morning sun?
Did he hear the outcry
When the pestilence was here?
Is he just a figment
Of our human minds?
Or his He just for when the end is near?