It was death who was knocking at my door
I had been trying to avoid his calls
I guess I really can't hide any more
It was a short walk, but a longer fall
And the leaves so sadly fall off the trees
Lives but a shadow at the brink of dawn
A soul that was captured has been set free
As the morning sun creeps on the front lawn
And so sorrowfully I hang my head
And await the reapers death painted claw
For this morning I awoke to be dead
For it has been the reapers scornful law
And death may come I have vanquished my fear
Silently may I hold my falling tears