Shrouded in darkness as I lay;
all the things I want to say.

Worth all the years, I have lived in bond;
the deadly silence, I have always been fond.

The smell of nature surrounds me;
with which enshrined I shall be.

As I lay for my eternal rest;
remember all the things I did best.

As I prepare for my eternal sleep;
no one here to knock or peep.

No one to hear, no one to respond;
like a static fish in a pond.

Could hear over me, the feet thumping;
rarely one or two good souls sobbing.

All the wealth earned in life till;
I leave behind all in my earthly will.

The priest’s holy words, could hear with ease;
as he says ‘May his soul rest in peace.’