Music

I Am Dying.

I Shall. I Will.

I Must.

But As I Do, Let Me Sing.

For I Will Sing The Song of A Broken, Wounded Soul.

I Will Sing To Both The Tune of Blues,
And of Hymns

I Will Sing of Our Joys
And of My Pain

I Will Sing of Our Victories
And of My Defeats

But More Then Anything,
I Shall Sing of You.
Yes I shall sing it to You.

With verses of my doubts
But a chorus of our Love.

And as I die and the tune on my lips fades
May the melody stay, rest in your Heart.


i love you.