On display
In my glass coffin
My body lay
Placed in my coffin

For all to see
At peace I rest
Dressed on my Sunday best
I now sleep

At peace I rest
For my hardship
My mortal sins
My lifs toil

My life now gone
My life I have endured
Its toil etched upon my soul

Life long burdon carried on my soul
I am now at peace
To my maker I give my peace
To travel my journey now starts

To rise to the heavens the pearly gates beckon
To my mother I asend
To the gates she waits
To take me to meet my maker


I pay my respects
My life has ended am with my maker