Let Me My God

One thought keeps running through my mind,

To die alone, in peace, resigned—

Withering like petals gone,

Eaten where the light has shone.

No! Not that end in silent bed,

Fading slow until I'm dead.

Better burn than turn to dust,

Better bleed for what is just.

Let me die where the thunder cries,

Under dark and broken skies.

Where the storm and war collide,

Let me fall with fearless pride.

If I have one last breath to give,

Let it scream the right to live—

Not in silence, not in shame,

But in Liberty's burning name.

Strike me down with lightning's flame,

Let the wild winds curse my name.

Better shattered on a stone,

Than to rot and die alone.

Let the hoofbeats crush my chest,

Soldiers roaring, never rest.

Let my blood be freely spilled,

On a field where tyrants killed.

Let me die where the thunder cries,

Under dark and broken skies.

Where the storm and war collide,

Let me fall with fearless pride.

If I have one last breath to give,

Let it scream the right to live—

Not in silence, not in shame,

But in Liberty's burning name.

When the people rise in fire,

Breaking chains of brute empire,

Let my bones be laid to rest

With the banners on my chest.

Let me die where the thunder cries,

Under dark and broken skies.

Not a whisper, not a prayer—

But a cry that shakes the air.

If I fall beneath their heel,

Let it echo like cold steel.

Not in silence, not in shame—

But in Liberty’s sacred name.