When it’s all over what will I see
A golden hummingbird smiling at me?
When the clock has stopped
My cup filled with that last water drop;
As I’ve finished that glass of wine
And the sun no longer shines;
When I don’t have to take another pill
And all sound becomes still;
Inhaling my last breath
On the journey to my death;
To who will I cling
What songs will I sing?
Standing in the middle of a fish pond
To the next journey and beyond;
I will no longer have the desire to roam
As my God has called me home.
Tranquil Mountain 