Credo

I believe that an end will come,
Though the thought makes many numb,
Whether you believe in Heaven or Hell,
We all will face the solemn bell,
That always tolls when someone dies,
Soon followed by the mourning cries.
But I believe that when I die,
I’ll see a city of gold!
Not dark and bleak, like this world is,
But a wonder to behold.
And in that city, when I look down,
Many sad faces I’ll see,
Faces of anguish and sorrow,
Of those who did not believe with me.
I cannot change your mind to one way or another,
All I can do is hope and prey,
That when I am with my creator,
I won’t look down and see your face one day.