When I’m Gone *
When all is conquered said and done
When all the races have been run
I’m hoping for a place that I call home
I hope I meet my saviour there
I hope that he will judge me fair
When I’m gone
When all is conquered said and done
When all the races have been run
I’m hoping for a place that I call home
I hope I meet my saviour there
I hope that he will judge me fair
When I’m gone
My mother she left me I don’t know where she went
perhaps she never arrived
I left home when I was four years old
I had to survive
There’s a sign in the window saying the stores are closed
The doors are barricaded and the pipes they froze
They say that pride it comes before a fall
I think it’s got something to do with the writing on the wall
Walking seems hard and my thoughts deplete
My head’s on my pillow but I cannot sleep
There’s a voice that’s calling me to come around
And stand in silence on Holy Ground