by Salina Prether

Created on: March 28, 2010

My fear is that I wake up one day, and all my family has passed away.

My children are nowhere to be found, I look at the wall and hear no sound.

My room is cold with no love in sight, nothing is there to ease my fright.

My fear is to look into the mirror, and see the facts just get clearer.

I'm old in body but not in my mind, nothing is familiar no place to hide.

My fear is to wake up one day to find, Jesus came and left me behind.

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