We met when I was three.
Then again at twenty-five,
Death I am not afraid.
When my time comes I'll face
Again your warm embrace
Another world I'll find
Behind that final door.
For when you come for me
With this life I'll be done
Just like a worn out dress
That has seen better days.
Until that time I'll live,
With vim and vigor too
See beauty all around
Live and love unfettered.
Of death I am not afraid.
