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Gary Revel, 13 lipca 2015

THE DAY I DIED

I took the amtrak to that town one day
Didn't know what for it was on the way
To the place I knew I would soon get to
A place I would find if only I knew

But knowing's not easy when your not yourself
Maybe your the saint or Pope or an elf
It really won't matter later tonight
When they find my body in the train's light

They'll think that I jumped or maybe got killed
The coffin was fine somebody got billed
I had no ID no one knew my name
Just another John Doe no one to blame

How many have gone just to find themselves
In one of the morgue's cold cadaver's shelves
With no one to care except God above
No one to send flowers or even their love

In spite of it all I got off the train
In that little town didn't know it's name
I found myself in the yard of a church
Shade trees of willow maybe oak or birch

All I can say about it now for sure
I found a love that was so sweet and pure
I knelt down on my knees began to pray
God gave me new life as I died that day
 
Gary Revel

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