Web Pages By Elizabeth Genna
One faint breath of life, That�s all I have left. I cling to it dearly, I cannot help myself. Loved ones will gather, I wish that they could see. Time is too precious, To waste on someone like me. I�ve worked all of my life, For the things that I own. And now they are worth nothing, For my life is gone. This property I own, Belongs to God above. For the Earth is the Lords, And the fullness there of. All the Steel will rust, The glass will all shatter, And everything else will turn back, To Earths matter. This life that we live, Is a gift from above. And the only thing we leave behind, Is a thing called love.
