Ashes to Ashes

If I die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Those simple words mean so much.
A child is born tonight, how the room will fill with light.
A child will die tonight, how we will morn the night.
Your heart will burn like a wildfire. Tears will flow like
the seven sea's. You will fall and even crawl. You will
Ask why God has taken your special light.
Cry not. For they are the lucky ones. Death has achieved
his goals and freed the light from this night. Now they
walk in lofty towers.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.