 | Following in these footsteps,
I’ve walked this road before.
I really cant bare to say this,
But death is knocking at my door.
I have faced him many times in the past,
And barely scraped his plan,
Its seems the grim reaper follows me,
Repeating that I am soon to be a dead man.
I seem to feel him waiting in the shadows,
Always his eyes watching me,
I could even be dead tomorrow,
But will he let my soul go free.
I always watch behind me,
Because everywhere I go,
I feel grim reaper coming
And the shadows let me know. |  |