Ark of the Covenant
Self Harvest
I lay in this bedridden state,The passage of time slowing.A prayer of peace before I depart...One last breath.Light dissolves as this world fades.I escape into my thoughts.The distant memories of better times bring tears to my eyes.Trapped in this bleak room.A gallery of mechanical life,Incremental survival.I watch as time begins to cease.I watch as time collapses.Overlooking the past, the moments spent on earth,What fruits have I labored for? What crops have I sown?The prayers, the service,It has all come down to this.I've done the best I can.Made His holy purpose my only mission.His fire surrounds this heart slowly beating.This is the final harvest of my life.
From Letras Mania