I heard the angels singing
On that dark and lonely night
When suddenly the night was split
By bright beatiful lights
I watched them as they traveled
From high above the night
I knew when I saw them
That I would be alright
I felt my soul rising
From where I lay on the bed
I guess it was official
That I am now dead
It was a most beautiful thing
In a tunnel filled with light
But I knew that from then on
I would always be alright
So, now in my final resting place
I'm as comfortable as can be
But I have to say
When alive, life was good to me
4-18-20/RjH
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