End of My Days

Through the trees the wind does blow

Lightning flashes, thunder cracks

Not too far away be a couple of shacks

I run through the prairie at breakneck speed

A lot of luck is what I need

Hail begins to pelt my head

Balls of ice that want me dead

I look behind me and there I see

The finger of God, it's racing towards me

The sky is green and the clouds do swirl

So much fear makes me want to hurl

Over my head a tree goes by

Oh please God, I don't want to die

I see the shack, not much more to go

I won't give up hope, just a few more steps to throw

I feel my feet lift off the ground

It's clear the end of my life does sound

Within seconds I'm flying through the air

I try not to black out while my clothes do tear

I feel something strike my knee

Feels like hitting your thumb with a hammer times three

As I fly though the air I find time to look

At the force of God that had no remorse for the lives it took

In short time I begin to fall

To my family I cannot call

The ground rushes up to my face and I close my eyes

As I prepare to take it like a man and face my demise

Everything turns dark and I depart the place

I've called home for the last nineteen years and one hundred two days