Last Breathe
The time finally comes, when you take your last breath.
It's so hard to think of a human death.
The suffering and pain has faded away,
as we all fall to our knees and start to pray.
You are now in the hands of the Lord
and I feel like I'm being stabbed with a sword.
But he is going to be taking care of you from now on.
And I will know it is you when I see the break of dawn.
I will never forget your smiling face.
There's no one like you that anyone could ever replace.
Like you're a marking on a stone that was made a while back,
and when anyone tries to take your place, I will shade them to black.