I carry a picture in my pocket
And kiss it everyday
So when God comes to take my soul
He’ll know just where it stay
I keep my anger in its socket
Tho' it says come out and play
So when God comes to take my soul
I will have squeezed it all away
I write happiness on a docket
To plan it well for its display
So when God comes to take my soul
He’ll not hear my regret pray
But my love? It is on a rocket
To take off in fiery noisome way
So when God comes to take my soul
Blazing triumph’s colors say what I would never say.
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