Waiting for this life to end
To leave the family and friends
Waiting to be free from the work
And for my final journey to embark
Waiting to see the rising sun
For the last time and I am gone
Waiting for the flowers to bloom
To watch them and fall into gloom
Waiting to meet Him there
A place I don't know and care
Waiting to repent for deeds done
And praying not again I should born
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