WHEN DEATH COMES KNOCKING
When death comes knocking,
in the night.
It cuts right through you,
like a knife.
Steals away,
your last breath.
Takes your soul,
home to rest.
Until the day,
it comes for me.
In my heart,
you will be.
Copy Rights By: Joyce Wilbanks Ivy
Decicated to all...whom I love...you will be in my heart...until death comes knocking at my door...
in the night.
It cuts right through you,
like a knife.
Steals away,
your last breath.
Takes your soul,
home to rest.
Until the day,
it comes for me.
In my heart,
you will be.
Copy Rights By: Joyce Wilbanks Ivy
Decicated to all...whom I love...you will be in my heart...until death comes knocking at my door...
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