Regarding Death And Dying

	Oh when death does walk you home
	They will take your bones
	And rest them peacefully
	And if this is all too much
	You know death, and such
	What's the rush
	I bought a house upon that hill
	Went and made it filled
	With things
	And every year when Autumn stirs
	The birds use their wings
	Where do they go
	People want to know
	Some say Heaven
	Some say Mexico