When Cometh Time

Posted by Brad Osborne on June 12, 2021 · 14 Comments 

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When cometh time, that I am dead

Lookest not for my earthly grave

To tread the mound o’er fallen head

Shed the tears thou wouldst not save

For tis not there, my spirit lie

I am the wind that passes by

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Nary a stone will marketh lot

Whenst my time has ticked its last

Nor daisies resting, where I am not

With thou sorrow and sadness cast

Soul unbound in deathly call

I am the rains that lightly fall

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Seek me not in hallowed spaces

Hold still the words that cometh late

Find me in the common places

Should final rest behold fatal fate

Ne’er the grave will e’er be mine

I am the sun that doeth bright shine

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If thoust look, I can be found

And all the love I have for thee

Will not live, if laid to ground

In death it finds its liberty

You can always find me there

I am in every breath of air

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