The Dying Hope…

The Dying Hope…

 

My body is shivering,

I am cold;

My legs are shaking,

Am scared;

It’s dark out here,

Will I die?

 

How will He be born,

If I am dead;

Will some God

Forgive my sins?

Will He still be born,

Without me living?

 

I can’t breathe,

There’s no air;

I can only hear sounds,

Is that His heart beating?

Am I been forgiven?

Will I survive?

 

Time is ticking,

I can hear the Gods;

He will be born any moment,

My sins might persist;

Still life will see a new Life;

A new day will exist!