top of page

a r t CREATE DESIGN l i f e

As Death Nears

As death nears the path we walk

All I hear are the Angels talk

I am weak to their wishes, honest and true

For we both know they guide what is inside of you

My heart is strengthened, by their steady hand

And it is an Angel inside, that keeps me a man

I look to their strength and I'm guided to my own

I look to myself, and I am sheltered to my own home

I am safe in this existence in a calm state of serenity

I am happy inside, for life, I now let it be

I love who I am, and what I'll become

For though I am scarred, heartless, I am none

I have ventured this far and already I have lived many ways