My times has come, im been called home
Under those pearly gates i enter heavens dome
Death comes knocking, he wants my soul
My heart has died, turned black as coal
I thought a battle and lost out right
I gave up quick, didnt put up a fight
It was one against the world, no chance at all
Death is here, there's no time to stall
My life followed the path of straight and narrow
My soul was one i had to borrow
My heart not mine, it never was
My body was given at someone else's loss
Sorry about this poem been short, i wrote it a while ago when i first started writing poems
(had to write that so i could post the poem)
Deepthroat Newbie. .
. Both were a bit wobbly on their feet but managed to stand. “Never challenge the director! Now follow my finger's directions
My times has come, im been called home
Under those pearly gates i enter heavens dome
Death comes knocking, he wants my soul
My heart has died, turned black as coal
I thought a battle and lost out right
I gave up quick, didnt put up a fight
It was one against the world, no chance at all
Death is here, there's no time to stall
My life followed the path of straight and narrow
My soul was one i had to borrow
My heart not mine, it never was
My body was given at someone else's loss
Sorry about this poem been short, i wrote it a while ago when i first started writing poems
(had to write that so i could post the poem)
Deepthroat Newbie. .
. Both were a bit wobbly on their feet but managed to stand. “Never challenge the director! Now follow my finger's directions
My times has come, im been called home
Under those pearly gates i enter heavens dome
Death comes knocking, he wants my soul
My heart has died, turned black as coal
I thought a battle and lost out right
I gave up quick, didnt put up a fight
It was one against the world, no chance at all
Death is here, there's no time to stall
My life followed the path of straight and narrow
My soul was one i had to borrow
My heart not mine, it never was
My body was given at someone else's loss
Sorry about this poem been short, i wrote it a while ago when i first started writing poems
(had to write that so i could post the poem)
Deepthroat Newbie. .
. Both were a bit wobbly on their feet but managed to stand. “Never challenge the director! Now follow my finger's directions
