The chorus of angels uplifted my dreary soul.
While the reaper offers his hand
Should I take it?
Release myself from this earthly form?
To fade into the night in the undertakers arms?
I can hear them now, the voices of those who have fallen before
But suddenly a crescendo of voices overpower the fallen
They are the voices of my family who cry for me to come back home
I glance at the reaper his hand still outstretched, so calm, so cold
But behind me, I can still hear them
Pleading, begging for just one more night, just for one more day
To have me in their arms
How could I be so foolish, so selfish
They need me, I have to go back
Forgive me reaper this is not my final act