Life is a dance, the steps laid out for us
all we need do is follow until the music ends
From the moment we take our first breath
we are dying one day at a time
drawing closer to the final chord
Each emotion we feel, a spin or twirl
one day a slow foxtrot, the next a jumping jive
ever growing, ever changing, mostly to the beat
Every man, woman and child must take their turn
rich and poor, no matter the colour of your skin
all of you must follow where he leads
Do not fear when your turn comes
and death waltzes you across the floor
feet flying as his music wraps you in it's sound
Your life was a dance; some followed, some fell by the way
so tell that devil Death you gave it your best shot
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