Swift In The Hour
Swift In The Hour1 min 129 1 min 129
The day I remember I am going to die someday
Is the day I will remember when I was born,
Just that I don't want it to be horrific at first
I want it to be like lullaby near the crib.
As a baby boy I want to make a difference,
Dwelling in the past can do more harm than good.
I don't want my death to be heinous
After all am at peace with my Spirit-spirit,
I just want to be lying beside my begot
Telling them am home where am aren't rejected.
Tale is being told
Memories we can never forget,
The man is at rest, with angels obstructing his views,
Life is an auspicious treasure we hold dear,
It can be blessings to the world or curse to the unborn.
Generation to generation it could be historic.