Death

When the Dead Lady looks upon me, what will she see?
My past, my future and that in between
My heart, my soul, my faith, my belief
A coward or the man I once could have been?
What will she see when she looks upon me?

I see her in my dreams, I see her in my sleep
She is death, but also life in all it's glory
She is loving and caring and although I have wept
I know that death is but the next great step

She is judgement day, she will choose my fate
But I must not cry, I must rejoice
For she will be kind to me
And though you are scared, do not flee from her
For evermore, you shall be interred
In her loving arms