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.