The clock is ticking
The time approaches when Iâ??ll meet my maker
Tick-tock! Tick-tock!
It is the beginning of the end
The smell of my death is so strong
As I lay flat on this bed unable to move
The family on one side and a minister on the other
Tick-tock! Tick-tock! And my heart enjoys its final beat
I try to smile because thatâ??s what my life was about
But the face muscles failed me
My last memory is tears on mamaâ??s face
But I had wished she wouldnâ??t cry
Iâ??m not scared
Because my death is timely
Only the Lord knows when to give and when to take
It was now time for him to take this life
I wonder what heâ??ll say when we meet
All my regrets start flooding back to haunt me one last time
Memories Iâ??d rather have lost
But there were good ones as well
Especially those spent in his presence
Now itâ??s the final send off and the usual questions asked
Are the jaws of eternal fire going to engulf his spirit?
Or will the Lord open his arms and accept him into the life he always dreamt of?
Stop it now! Stop the questions. The tears. The sadness.
Just bury that corpse
I have only met my timely death
