One day death will die,
We will bury it six feet under
Sing song number thirty-six,
Look through the mirror in the coffin
Yes, we shall confirm that death is dead
Then we shall bury it six feet under.
Surely death will also die
We will look for unattractive wreaths for the grave
Do a song or two to send it off
The mourners will remember the food in the tent
And death will be left alone to rest in peace
But before then, I will mourn
Mourn for the souls death has snatched from me
Mourn for my beloved mother, the daughter of Bong'o Kabut
A beautiful woman with a beautiful heart
She closed her eyes in a lot of pain
Went to rest with angels
Left young children to parent themselves
I will mourn for my sister-in-law Nyar Ugenya
A lady of beauty and stature
Her wide smile and pearls of laughter
Sent warm wishes to my desolate heart
Until stroke snatched her away from me
In the blink of an eye
And all I'm left with are memories
Memories of a flower plucked before her time
Surely the dead should not stay forever dead
They should come back for a visit
Tell us the stories of heaven
Are they doing any better than us?
Should we anticipate the imminent ascent?
Or maybe death should just die
So that we no longer live in pain
Then tears that tear our souls apart
Shall be wiped away forever
For death shall be dead-
And all of us alive!
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