Time will come for me one day No matter where I hide A chime indeed with such dismay That your tears will coincide With every picture that you find Which has left your memory To burn a scripture in your mind With such religious revelry That every hand you hold in Psalm Will feel like it was my own Like heavy sand inside your palm That will fall before its blown In gusts of wind that my last breath Found a way to hide within Entrusting in the one thing left That has washed away my sins Time will come for me one day Just to look me in my eyes And listen to my loved one's say How they changed the day I died