When Death takes my hand
And lifts me out of my body,
She will kiss me and say,
"You have been a blessing
Upon the Earth."
She will embrace me
And then giggle,
"You made me laugh
So many times."
She will put her hand
On my heart,
Pull my head
Onto her bosom
And whisper,
"I cried with you,
Many, many, times
After I took your son."
Death and I will fly b
Beyond the Earth,
Beyond our galaxy,
Into the light.
Where our son,
My parents,
And my ancestors
Will shout,
"You have been a blessing
Upon the Earth!"
They will all embrace me,
Holding me tight,
And lovingly say,
"Welcome home."
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