Death is a friend, but still a foe
He helps me mourn, and helps me grow
I was afraid of Death, some time ago
But now he is a friend.
Death affects young children most
But for that fact, he’d never boast
For children, Death is a scary ghost
But when they grow, he’ll be a friend
When I was young, I found Death scary
But now I’m older, my fears have been buried
Death is sweeter than a cherry
He really is friend
I was afraid of Death, for what he does
His power scared me, like spilled lamb’s blood
But now I’m unafraid, just because
Death has become a friend
Don’t mistake me for someone who wants to die
If I did, Death would cry
Death is kind, I won’t deny
That’s why he is my friend
Death is kind, when he can be
When he is, he’s sweet as candy
You’ll meet Death and then you can see
Death can be a friend
Death has searched far and wide
For someone that is safe to guide
Death is gentle, but has much pride
Death is a fine friend
I was lost and scared and unaware
But then Death showed me he is fair
I wasn’t scared, nor unaware
So I became Death’s friend