Death Loves Me well

I have a friend who walks with me

We met when I was but a child you see

I drowned not once, but thrice

He grabbed me up and took me to

My great grandmothers lap so soft and nice

he was there to keep me safe.

Ever since then he's been at my side

To warn me when it's someone else's time.

he knows I can be prepared

Because it's my heart he tries to spare

every time we have to say goodby,

It's my heart that breaks so easily

because I love so deeply.

Death loves me well.