We
stand against time
And
life flies past us
We drive down the highway
Hoping
death doesn’t pull us over
But
we can’t avoid him
Even
if he by chance misses us
He
won’t miss the grandpa
Slowing
down in front
Before we know it
We
are slowing down ourselves
And
we too reach our destination
And
death has hold of us
But
death isn’t scary
As
we once thought him
He
takes us by the hand
And
gently guides us
Instead
of flying down life’s highway
We
stroll down deaths lane
We
can breathe easy
And
be at peace
As
we let him take the lead
