Let death not show it's ugly face.
I have felt more than my share of despair.
For death it seems has come to knock upon my door once again.
E rupting like a volcano, the aftershocks of an earthquake.
A nd I can find no hope at the end of this rope.
N o beauty in wearing this black velvet dress.
D eath be not proud, for you have taken my only son.
D eath you have taken, my mother and father, and so many of my friends.
E ach in the prime of their lives for they were all too young.
A nd I wonder when you shall come to take me with you as well.
T houghts of heaven and of hell come to my mind.
H aving you so near all of the time, I find it so hard to pray.