My friend, Death

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