Death Beckons

Welcome. Take my hand and follow me.

As I watch this sad story unfold
Until the end her heart stays cold
Her gasping breath, her dying eyes
Full of resentment, full of despise
For the things she did, for the life she led
she can't help thinking, "I wish I was dead."
And now I watch her with sorrowful eyes
the bridges she burned, the broken ties
I speak to her with my whispery voice
"It's time to go, you have no choice."
Her eyesfull of wonder, her eyes full of fear
They drip from her eyes, crystalized tears
She takes my hand and I lead her away
To the land of the dead where she must stay
Her sorrows have faded, her fears are gone
Now she sings a beautiful song