Imagine lying on your death bed and instead of there being family and loved ones standing around you praying, you awake to see the ghosts of the ideas, dreams, hopes, aspirations, and potential staring down at you. They say to you, only you could give us life, only you could have given us meaning, and now we must die with you.
What will eternity echo about your grace?
When I die a nation shall crumble
The moment the last breath leaves my lungs
Anarchy shall plague the streets
All that is order shall cease to exist
The streets will be littered with ruble
Children shall go unfed
People will go unloved
Dreams will never be conquered
And as the lion lays down to die
Hope is to die with him
The Vienna in my heart shall burn
I must bring these things to reality
Before they die with me
Copyright © 2007 Domonique Murdock
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What will eternity echo about your grace?
When I die a nation shall crumble
The moment the last breath leaves my lungs
Anarchy shall plague the streets
All that is order shall cease to exist
The streets will be littered with ruble
Children shall go unfed
People will go unloved
Dreams will never be conquered
And as the lion lays down to die
Hope is to die with him
The Vienna in my heart shall burn
I must bring these things to reality
Before they die with me
Copyright © 2007 Domonique Murdock
