To die was my fear
I did not want to go away from here
So much on this earth that I hold dear
It is so far and yet so near
Afraid of dying alone at night
Or mortally wounded in a fight
Not afraid of dying for what I believe is right
But hoping for someone to hold me tight
I want someone who'll always love me
On that fatal day, as a guide, so I'll see
The road that lies ahead and where I'm supposed to be
A shelter from the fear so that I will not flee
I want my heart and soul to be so brave
I want to go out and fight, not hide in a cave
In the arms of love, I'll relax and feel safe
For a moment of outstanding glory or love I crave
No news, off course, comes from those who are dead
Their souls are lost, can no longer be fed
Is it worse dying on a field then in a bed?
We guess, but nothing certain can be said
About something so serious, there must be no lying
We must give room to those who are grieving and crying
The loss connects the silent and the sighing
We don't usually talk about it, but most are afraid of dying