• As I lay in my death bed death walks in.
    Death is not as mean as people see him.
    As I look at him I knew it was the fin.
    Death said”ha I just got your friend Tim”.

    Looking at me death smiles and his hand on my head.
    Before I bite the dust death sit next to me.
    Death pick me up form my death bed.
    It is time to go to the gate lee.

    Death looks as if he does not wish take my soul.
    Death why didn’t you take my soul is it time.
    Death turn to a window and look at a hold.
    Death said”Lee your soul will never be mind’.

    Death turn and smiles spared his angle wing.
    Before death fly away he throw me a ring
    give it to here