I dream...

I dream of the day i would be dead
Not mourning, rejoicing instead
Rejoicing why? I don't know yet
But hope to find out once I'm dead.

Not that this life I do not like
Nor am i sad, haven't found a wife
Still this thought in my mind lingers
I'd be better off in death's fingers

Yes, I know, I am still young
And many years I'll be among
Life beyond life, what would it be?
No more pretending to be free

Sure there is sorrow, trouble all around
But I keep my peace, cursing the crowd
"I am very happy", to myself I say.
This too is as false as hearsay

"Free me of this sorrow, free me of this pain"
I send this prayer, though the prayer train
God says: "Of sorrow and pain, you'll sure be freed
But i will have to take your life as freeing fee..."