Staying Awake

Death it came and it visited me All the while that I was sleeping From my body I was to be set free As death it came for the reaping. It wanted to take my soul from me As it came to give me my eternal rest But first to it I had to agree Before it took me on my final quest. I would be taken to my last reward My deeds on earth had been completed My soul would be presented unto the Lord And happily there I will be greeted. I then dreamt of the life that I had And my unfinished projects and deeds More to my life I needed and wanted to add As other men souls stopped, my soul precedes. Deeply I thought before I was taken As I lied quite and still in my bed I wanted to work and give and to be awaken I was not ready to be one of the dead. Death it comes for the sad and the teary It is not yet ready for me to take As I am one of the tired and weary For my life I will and must always stay awake.