I can feel parts of my being...
As they're fading away...
Falling into obscurity...
Succumbing to decay
And this leaves me feeling empty...
With holes in my soul...
Bleeding within...
it's beyond my control
Which arouses my anger...
The all devouring...inner fire...
Created...to burn out the impurities...
While the tears fall...to extinguish the pyre
Which rests inside the puddle...
Of the tears I have cried...
As they were preparing... to burn me alive...
But I have not yet died
I am alive...
And fighting this war...
That tries to consume me...
But God has opened the door
Just in time for me to see...
The last teardrop...falling from my eye...
Which was felt in the Heavens...
And by the clouds in the sky!!!
Written By...Robert Neal