I DIED once, but I came to life
With pain that stabbed me like a knife;
And once again I know I died—
Afraid! And yet that shell flew wide.
A singing bullet cut the air;
I said a catch of a childish prayer—
‘If I should die before I wake
I pray the Lord my soul to take.
‘Before I wake—’
With pain that stabbed me like a knife;
And once again I know I died—
Afraid! And yet that shell flew wide.
A singing bullet cut the air;
I said a catch of a childish prayer—
‘If I should die before I wake
I pray the Lord my soul to take.
‘Before I wake—’