It's a terrible sound,
That rasping, gasping breath,
He falls to the ground,
Looks a moment from death.
Yet he crawls onward
Not noticing death is near,
Onward is so very hard
Now knowing death isn't fear.
He has struggled all day
He has struggled into the night
He has fallen on the way
Yet again he pulls him self upright.
He must reach his destination,
But not for his own salvation.