About someone who has passed away in their sleep, hoping to get through the gates of heaven.
Now, I lay down to sleep.
Body like ice tray, froze.
Falling from a dreary dark sight
only seeing just array of light.
Sounds of the violins send me through.
I stand.
Hands in the air asking God to please be fair.
I tear into the clouds.
I wear my wings.
As I fly high into the sky I sing:
Now, I lay down to sleep.
If I should die before I awake,
I hope the Lord opens up the pearly white gates.
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