When Death comes, I know he will,
I'll leave my thoughts on the window sill.
I'll write, "So soon? Already?"
"Do you think that I'm ready?"

When Death comes, I know he will,
For the clocks on my walls are ticking still,
I'll prepare a last supper, as a final goodbye.
And to those I hate, you have no slice of pie.

When Death comes, I know he will,
He will not come because I took a pill.
He will not come due to ****** or disease,
I want him to come when I am old and at peace.

When Death comes, I know he will,
I know I'll be ready to pay my fill.
All my mistakes will be judged in trial,
And all my good deeds will be found to be worth their while.