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My Room of Death

                      My Room of Death               October 15, 2012

What does life mean as I pass away with things I have not seen
Look around my room of death, there's no picture of the queen
A humble life with trouble and strife, this is what I mean
Family in Ireland was paramount; we lived together, my childhood dream
Pictures on my wall of death have caught me, life has passed
I'm with the men and women of my past, I feel so free at last
I see James and Bobby, I don't feel sorry, tonight I have no pain
There's other people on my wall, I think Marraid is the lady's name
She's smiling in the picture, she played the patriot game
There's a shamrock on my wall of death, it makes things very clear
I was born in my country, free as a child, things changed with fear
Three leafs of freedom or so they say, will it ever come to pass
The rosary was the choice at night, bad feelings did not last
Ireland was on my mind, good memories of family and my past
I close my eyes and wonder, my God is here at last
What does life mean as I pass away with things I have not seen
Look around my room of death, there's no picture of the queen

                      Gerrard McGeachy







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