In death, I prefer to fade away,
Without any heartache or pain.
Drift away softly, at end of day,
Late at night in the pouring rain.

With raindrops on the rooftop,
In the gentleness of night,
As my heart does finally stop,
My soul will lose its sight.

Whatever comes will be alright,
As I ease on away from here.
As my soul does take its flight,
Beyond all the pain and fear.

Seeking to exist above the fray,
Away from this moment in time.
Ascending to exist another way,
Some way much more sublime.