Death knocks on the door,
Coming for rich or poor.
Don\'t protest, or feel pain,
There\'s nothing to be gained.
Don\'t feel warm or cold,
Feeling has no hold.
Limited time we got,
\'Fore our bodies rot.
The body will sleep,
The family will weep.
Feel no fear,
Now that it\'s here.
The door will beckon,
New journey, I reckon.
We walk into the sky,
No need to fly.
We walk into the sun,
A new life has begun.