The MessageA Poem by SarahLook at first letter of every lineHave I been born to die? All my memories slain To force my mind to wonder so far Every day a pain Will the dark be gone? I've lived it all before Late comes the hour of fate Late I come to the door So, when will the trumpets sound? Everlasting hope will come Even in the darkest hour I will be here to hear the drum To fight to die to save So be my fate, I take it Every knee shall bow No more sorrow, no more tears Die we must, but paradise is near. © 2010 SarahAuthor's Note
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