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last breath


From those around I hear a Cry,
A muffled sob, a Hopeless sigh,
I hear their footsteps leaving slow,
And then I know my soul must Fly!
A chilly wind begin to blow,
within my soul, from Head to Toe,
And then, Last Breath escapes my lips,
It's Time to leave. And I must Go!
So, it is True (But it's too Late)
They said: Each soul has its Given Date,
When it must leave its body's core,
And meet with its Eternal Fate.
Oh mark the words that I do say,
Who knows? Tomorrow could be your Day,
At last, it comes to Heaven or Hell
Decide which now, Do NOT delay !
Come on my brothers let's pray
Decide which now, Do NOT delay !
Oh GOD! Oh GOD! I can not see !
My eyes are Blind! Am I still Me ?!
Or has my soul been led astray,
And forced to pay a Priceless Fee ?!
Alas to Dust we all return,
Some shall rejoice, while others burn,
If only I knew that before
The line grew short, and came Turn!
And now, as beneath the sod
,
They cry,
لا knowing I cry worse,
For, they go home, I face my God!
Oh mark the words that I do say,
Who knows that I so say,
Who knows? Tomorrow could be your Day,
At last, it comes to Heaven or Hell
Decide which now, Do NOT delay !
Come on my brothers let's pray
Decide which now, do delay ....

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