Roses and sunshine and trees and light.
Who could I be?
Why, I'm Life.

Normalcy and happiness, and hardships and strife.
Look, it's me.
I'm still Life.

Anxiety and fear, going under the knife.
I'm still here.
It's just me, Life...

Alcohol and drugs, addiction gone rife.
I'm so tired of this job...
I don't want to be Life.

Then let me take over,
It'll be alright.
Settle down there,
Find yourself a wife.
You're so overworked,
Aren't you, Life?

Yes, I am,
And who might you be?
Why do you bear me such empathy?

My name is Death,
And I've been watching you.
Since day one,
I've seen all that you've been through.
So here I am to say,
It's my turn.
I hope that's okay.

Let me think it through, first.
Let me think of what to do, first.
Should I take a day,
Or continue my work and stay?
Hmmm...

I must say,
A break's long overdue.
Tell you what, Death,
I'll give this one to you.
Do a good job, now,
And don't play the fife.
Sound it once,
You'll end all life.

*Good, then, Life.
Saunter off now,
Waste not a day.
Want not a week?
Then have it your way.
I will not play the fife,
But I won't spare my scythe,
Good day, then friend.
Take your leave, then, Life