When my brain turns cold
And my heart feels old
When it’s hard to breathe
When I cannot speak

When I am in a dark place
Following a trace
That is leading me to the gates
In whom I put my faith

When I am stuffed with pills
And time stands still
When I am losing the vent
As the death angel is sent

Will you come?
Will anyone come?
Will you cry?
When you watch me die!

Would you forget it all?
And answer my death call?
Will you sprinkle flowers of love?