I won't stop for death,
but I'm sure he'll kindly stop me,
he'll tell me it's time to go,
and give me a helping hand,
even though I'm trying not to go,
fact, he's already started to extend that sickle at me,
not once, twice, but many times before,
he's tried, its clear i wont lie,
i wont live to reach old time,
but before i go,
I'll make sure that every one i love,
they will know,
but till that time,
tell death i wont go.
