End Of Days Poem by Tony Smith

At the end of my days when i'm called to go, Into the open arms of the holy Ghost. To have lived such a life as i have known, Fortune follow me I'm afraid no more. For my great mistakes i will surely pay, I'm runnin' low and the devils on my trail. When fate calls me all i'll ask it for, is a place to rest and shelter o'er my soul. If i could see my days, Free from the prison of your gaze. Then i could die a happy man, If i could spend my days free from the shadow of my name, Then i could die a happy man. When i am released from this world, I'll take my leave. but i don't want to go, When fate calls me all i'll ask it for is a place to rest and shelter o'er my soul.