The Barrow

Rest your heavy eyelids now and drop your weary head. There are no fleeting worries now for you're already dead.

The things you see before your eyes and all that's done or said are no more real that dreams, my friend, for you're already dead.

Someday soon you'd give it all to return right here to tread. I think you'd best remember this for you're already dead.

You'd do just well to stand up straight and quit your comfy bed, for every moment is on lease when you're already dead.

And when that fateful moment comes, and you away are lead, think right now where you should be for you're already dead.