Cradle of Death

by Andrew Smith Gamilla   Sep 6, 2008


I was once a slave of death
He lullabies me in his bare hands
Darkness has blinded my sight
And I have no idea of what light is?

Clinging to my last resort,
I hold on–bringing to mind your unfathomable love
I no longer care for the birth of death in me
I look forward to what is here
I face death even if it be now
I am brave now for it is what you taught me ever since

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