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Whilst laying on my deathbed
Whilst laying on my deathbed what will I know?
Will i go in peace, or be taken by war
Are there any answers behind that final door?
Will loved ones and family be around my bed?
Or will the room be empty, filled only with my head?
I feel the pressure building up
In my life day to day
I wonder if my time here is running awful late
I think about that bitter cup that one day I must drink
In all my days of living
I still will sometimes think;
Whilst laying on my deathbed what will I know?
Will i go in peace, or be taken by war
Are there any answers behind that final door?
Will loved ones and family be around my bed?
Or will the room be empty, filled only with my head?
I feel the pressure building up
In my life day to day
I wonder if my time here is running awful late
I think about that bitter cup that one day I must drink
In all my days of living
I still will sometimes think;
Whilst laying on my deathbed what will I know?
Published 31st Dec 2019
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