There are times when I
Feel the hand of death
Holding my hand
a grim story - yes.
But knowing the end
I ask to overcome fear
with the joy of today.
for there is comfort
knowing each hour
Can Bring life
so full we can feel the
laughter on a long and cloudy day,
so deep we can feel
it's warmth underneath our skin,
so gentle it touches our presence
And
when the bell tolls
does it toll for today? Yes,
Because it's joy that
rings loudest
Long into tomorrow.
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