I am face to face with the Grim Reaper

Not yet has he grasped onto my shoulder
But in time this will happen
Much quicker than it should

Face to face with death itself
Meeting him is just a stroll down the lane
That so many have gone down

I have yet to turn around
And face the flowers and light

So I see the Grim Reaper
And I am turning away
Goodbye to this dangerous weeper
Not today