micheal john


Grey's Call


I will give it all as blood runs through my veins
I will do all I have to do now

NO!

I won't wait for tomorrow, it may never come
If I say now, its all I've got
If I say tomorrow, it may never dawn
And yesterday that is gone forever, and never to be seen again
I don't know when the world will end

Please tarry a little, I plea
Let my container be emptied
so that I return with nothing back home.
Let it be given out, all that I've received within
before the roll is called up yonder

Please tarry a little while
I wait for no season
I wait for no hour
I wait for no moment
All i do is now!

That moment may never be born,
That day may never dawn
All I do is now!
For I know not when the world will end.
All I do is now!

Submitted: Thursday, July 11, 2013
Edited: Thursday, August 29, 2013
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