Winters Cold Death

It is getting quite late, for night is coming soon.
The suns been long down, and here is the moon.
The lids of my eyes,
Heavy.
Heavy.
Heavy.

I shan’t fall asleep, but the end is so near.
My family will need me, they love me sincere.
They will miss me,
Truly.
Truly.
Truly.

I wish to stay longer, I can’t take much more.
Thy advacation is to stay, but My God may ignore.
My God I still,
Love.
Love.
Love.

My attempts shall be strong, thy will stay awake.
For if I fall into slumber, thine life shall it take.
Coldness taking over,
Winter.
Winter.
Winter.

For I am too strong, lest I’ll never toil over.
With my own superstitions, and four leafed clover.
My prevailing God on high,
Mercy,
Mercy,
Mercy

Too much to live for, thou shall not die.
Winter cold sleep, please hear my cry.
For winters hand is,
Death.
Death.
Death.