Im still young, but I know my days are numbered
1234567 and so on
But a time will come when these numbers have all ended
And all Ive ever seen will be forgotten
Wont you come
To my funeral when my days are done
Lifes not long
And so I hope when I am finally dead and gone
That youll gather round when I am lowered into the ground
When my coffin is sealed and Im safely 6 feet under
Perhaps my friends will see fit then to judge me
Oh when they pause to consider all my blunders
I hope they wont be too quick to begrudge me
If I should die before I wake up
I pray that the Lord my soul will take but
My body, my body - thats your job
I cant be sure where Im headed after death
To heaven, hell, or beyond to that Great Vast
But if I can I would like to meet my Maker
Theres one or two things Id sure like to ask
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