Somebody recently asked me if I were afraid to die?
My answer: no more than I am afraid to cry!
Part of life is coping with dying
And if I can cope with dying, I can deal with crying…
Death comes in many ways, both fast and slow
But in the end, death consumes out soul
I’ll die when I take my last breath
Until then there’s no need to worry about death…
Am I afraid to perish in prison? Hell no! I’m breathin’ I’m livin’
Why fear what you can’t control?
When it’s your time you’ll add to the death toll…
We all die a bit more each and every day And we all cope with death in our own way
We can accept death, or fear death?
Either way, you’ll eventually gasp for your last breath…