On The Sidewalk Bleeding...
On the sidewalk bleeding...My life slowly receding,
As my blood from jagged wound flows
Slowly, I am dying...
Live! My soul is crying,
Repenting the life I once chose.
Slowly is my heartbeat
Ebbing flow at killer's feet,
As I struggle to forgiveness give.
Whispering words of prayer...
Without pomp, without flair,
In dying, remembering those who live.
"Father, spill not this, my blood, in vain..."
Marcus Lewis
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