When I lose the light and glow
When I am left to lie low

When the sky moves to and fro
Pray do tell that you know

I stood alone
on mountains of marble

I faced the fact
that made me startle

When the mists are in my eyes
When it's time to say goodbyes

When death's rattle grasps my breath
When I face my final test

I pass on beyond the stars
On the trail of those that are

Do not fear death's paltry touch
for beyond it's pall lies a sacred trust