In my dreams I fly, in my nightmares I die
My flesh falls from the bones and body
The products of the workings of a mind
My skin pales, disappears, skeleton seen
Nothing of my flesh remains but ash and time
My flesh is temporary, and my soul goes on
The gatekeeper with judgment sublime
Will allow me or forbid me
To endure and thrive
Or fall and remain there
In the bosom of mother, mine
