Know that death comes with love, I will wipe away your tears, Turn you away from the body you leave Know that death comes with a price, Not of emptiness or metaphor, But your fare to cross the river Know there is a place for you, Whether you believe in fields or brimstone, Or nothing at all Know that your self is not a crime, Your judgement comes with care, And a great deal of tissues Know that I love each of life’s children, And cannot wait to escort you home