As i walk through life,
I won't grow tired.
I don't need drugs to keep me wired.
I never know what tomarrow may bring,
so I live everyday like it's my last chance to sing.
I wonder about the future and remember the past,
what happened to those memories and why do they fade so fast?
Did i live my life according to God's will,
or will i be destined to live in hell?
I sit here in this funeral home and think about heavens gates.
I think about my yesteryears and wonder about my fate.
Now i'm being touched by deaths icy bone,
I lay in my coffin all alone.
The darkness overflows and the air runs low.
Somehow i know where i will go.
As i see the light cometh,
Jesus I see, and he says,
you're going to heaven now follow by me.
I approach heavens gate not a moment too late, I pass by Saint Peter and never had to wait.
I said God why did you let me stand with you today?
He said because son when you walked, you stayed on the narrow way.
