• “If I should die before I wake
    I pray my soul my lord to take.”
    And with these words I bow my head,
    I take my life
    I’m finally dead.
    If you knew my story
    Then you wouldn’t judge.
    You would be sad
    And hold no grudge.
    Yet you slowly shake your head
    She is finally gone,
    She is finally dead.
    With her parents crying and weeping in the other room
    She died too young
    She died too soon.
    We couldn’t save her
    It was way too late.
    And now she has entered through the
    Devil’s gate.
    Yet her death holds an unknown story
    Filled with pain,
    Then bitter glory.