My wind has come...

My wind has come and my time comes to end,
It came to fetch me and heave me at last.
Oh! Come, wind of death and May you intend?
To listen to my selfishness, if you must lend for--
Fragments of memories will not forever be cast,
For I love to reminiscence the moments from the past.

Ah! My wind has come to haul me away,
Its breeze took my hand and so I may, be---
Drifted towards the clouds and restful will lay,
However, sadness felt of the thought of pulling me away,
Ah! Tears flows thinking of it each day.

My wind has come and my time will cease,
I would like to have a glimpse of the creation with ease.
For the last time, I want to see them at peace,
And to remember the feelings that I exist,
I was then satisfied and happy at least.

Alas! My wind has come and it's time to say goodbye,
Let your feelings out and burst it with a sigh.
Mourning's are enough, but only the flesh will rot,
Hush now, dear child for the soul will not.
I may be witness not the glory and prosperity of it all,
Yet, I am pleased to rest now in the kingdom of the lord.