• For the life of me I can see but you
    I look to the heavans and see your kind
    I wonder silently if you are true
    It only shows in that eye of the mind.

    You have come only with intent to grace
    Heavan has seen us and now we are fed
    We look upon the sies and see the pace
    Like all good things of Earth it will be dead.

    In this we have seen the grandest picture
    You will soon not be here but in a tomb
    And darkness will spread to all the pasture
    This is when we cannot hear your soft boom

    Look upon you and see the hour is late
    We must now all go to that grand old gate.