what is death else but my breath no more?the color fallen from my cheeks?

my hands cold?

my legs stiff stick? 

my hurt no more 

this be death tis a joy i sing

my once stifled soul set free

unhemped by the rain nor claim from the sun

this be the death tis a joy i sing

truly there is but one thing i do regret in death

that i cannot feel its joy

but regret is to feel 

and to feel i can no more

so truly, it is a joy