I Know Of One

I know of one who fear in his coffin he may wake from the dead With darkness and earth all around him and earth overhead He does not wish to be cremated since fire he greatly fear That his is a morbid fear of death does seem obviously clear I suppose a fear of death is a natural thing Though an end to worry and to suffering to all it does bring But the fear of death at a young age in the mind is sown It springs from the morbid fear of the unknown The fear of death grows to a big fear from a tiny seed And those who face death with bravery are brave people indeed And though many the praises of the brave dead do sing The great fear of death does not seem an unnatural thing I know of one who fears in his coffin of waking from the dead In darkness with earth all around him and over his head.