I always thought I'd face death with dignity at least
As what's left of the rest of my breath clings to these clefts I'd sleep with ease
Pressed against the chest of this big city
I'd be at peace
I slept 'till I leapt and set my eyes to see to a sea of the freed that will sing with me
What a thing to dream
I know God will bring us back soon enough
But on late nights I lay awake and face my gaze right to the moon above
I meditate on heaven's gates
Look down
Another's dust
Say prayers for a better day for the sake of every crushed mother's love
Their despair resonates but I contemplate I must have become numb
I mean, I see more and more seats are becoming empty as we're breaking bread
Although the courage can't be mustered up or found or bred to look straight ahead
Every single time it's a hefty swept scene that wrecks dreams
Yet I've somehow kept straight faced
And I've seen plenty that gently wept heaps
Maybe since the names in the book of life were never too close to me
The grim grisly grasp of the grave never gave me nightmares openly
Or I took the night and dim risky laughs simply as deep poetry
I do hope to see the dead rise and hear them speak vocally
But am I scared of caring totally while flesh can still fade to ashes?
At any moment anyone I know and love can be laid in a casket
I pray when it happens I don't remain in a state of passive
But embrace the hands of God and brace for the fate He granted
He'll erase the static change the fabric and crumble death
And although I'm not a jumbled mess
I deeply miss my Uncle Chess
But I'll see you soon

This reality is a fallacy
Not all who fall deep asleep must remain that way for eternity
Though the journey seems like merely searching dreams
It's a promise sealed with an oath of blood
Shown in love
True hope has come
Jehovah, please notice my Mum
And please keep in your memory if ever these faithful servants face death
By the results of their faiths tests they earned this great crest
But what if I never see the garden or the King's steeds marching?
What if my heart beat is hardened and I'm not freed or pardoned?
Father, if you can forgive me of all the burns of my wrongs
Please don't forget me or the words of my songs