I looked more often at the sky.
May it mean I’m goin’ to die?
I don’t want to die. I fear.
But I know my death is near.
Come to me, my little girl.
The last time I see your curl.
Will you miss me if I do?
If I die I’ll miss you too.
After Death if you feel lack
When you call I want be back
Now don’t cry. I’d rather live,
If I could. I’m goin’ to leave.
I see tunnel , angels, God,
Don’t feel my body and my blood.
Lights’re round me. That’s all.
Here’ll be the trial of my soul.
But I pray, I’m not afraid,
And I see a nice-looking made.
I ask her who she’s, give her smile;
I’m shown through a sparkling aisle.
I see a face that’s very pale
“When will it end, this fairy tale?”
“Never,” said the face to me,
“You have got so much to see.
You must know you can’t return..”
Then I ask, “Why was I born?”
The maid comes up and takes my hand,
“Would you like to see your friend?”
She asks me showin’ to the hall;
Here I see my dead friend’s soul.
“Help!” it cries and disappears.
That is all that I can hear.
“We must go,” the maid repeats
“You have somebody who needs...”
Now I see the Hell, the Devil,
I’m so scared about this travel;
I wish to stop it if I could,
I hate the place I have been put.
I am afraid I see my Death,
A crying girl, and my last breath,
Some Silence...,Darkness...,Warmth...,and Death...;
Can’t feel anything, ...the Mess...,
Feel the coming End of mine,
See that running but green line.