• Transparent as I may be
    My eyes can look and see
    What my death has done
    What this world has become

    It makes me want to stay
    Give comforting words to say
    I find it hard to believe
    That now I have to leave

    For me to be old is a dream
    But Heaven's light is a gleam
    My hope in newly found
    No that my body is safe and sound