When the bones of the dead, walk the land,
I hope you'll be there, to hold my hand. .
The grim reaper comes for us all,
In spring, summer, or fall.
When we're both, beyond that wall,
I hope you'll be there, to answer my call. .
As we glide through life, with no guarantee,
And while at times, we may disagree,
When my spirit is no longer around, to fly with thee,
I hope you'll be there, to set me free. .
While we're told, nothing lasts forever,
No matter the endeavour,
But we're told, to never say never,
I hope you'll be there, to love me, forever. .
There will be times, we struggle to cope,
When ever more tempting, becomes the rope.
But when I just want to lay down, and mope,
I hope. .
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