You raise me up

Darkness that surrounds my soul

washing over, engulfing me whole

The Flickr of light that I try to hold

slips away as death takes it all

As I lay lifeless, my last breath ache

for you,

My saviour, a glimpse of your smile

And I know I’ve found it all.

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