Sitting here staring death in the face,
Wondering what he thinks of me,
Is it my time to get out of this place?
Hoping my death isn’t all he sees.
Facing Death
Filed under 4 Line Rhyme, Session XXIII
Sitting here staring death in the face,
Wondering what he thinks of me,
Is it my time to get out of this place?
Hoping my death isn’t all he sees.
Filed under 4 Line Rhyme, Session XXIII