• As I lay there dying,
    Those beside me softly crying,
    I heard the voice of innocence,
    As my eyelids fluttered closed.

    As my eyelids fluttered closed,
    I smelled a golden rose,
    Its petals thick and dying,
    Those beside me softly crying.

    Those beside me softly crying,
    I saw a newborn dying,
    Its breath harsh, its body still,
    As I lay there dying.

    As I lay there dying,
    I touched a wet-stone drying,
    Its icy surface that of my own,
    As my heartbeat lost its monotonous tone.

    As my heartbeat lost its monotonous tone,
    I tasted the remorseful air; I was alone,
    The tasteless flavor was sour upon my tongue,
    As I lay there dying.

    As I lay there dying,
    Those beside me softly crying,
    I heard the voice of innocence,
    As my eyelids fluttered closed.