The melody for this song comes from an old line hymn called "The Streets of Gold" as sung in worship by the Old Regular Baptists of Kentucky. I wrote the words in the spring of 2022.
lyrics
There is no friend quite like Death
To hold our feet to the ground
To press our face into the earth
To cast our gazes down.
She may not always be patient
She may not always be kind
But without her this life is a figment
A beautiful trick of the mind.
You who know little of vale or of shade
Who shun the light of the moon
Lay down your watches and lay down your weapons
Death is calling to you
Give her your weight, fall into her arms
Give her the salt of your tears
And she will give you strength of mountains
And an arc to all of your years.
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