Funeral Mystery

"In a littel while, Sooner than you think, You won't hear me rant You won't hear me scream Cry, babble, or complain So why am I telling you this? It's your roof to your yard And there's a second between" Within my chest lay your remains Dead In there so dark and cold On this day Will you be there? Or dead at my side She calls for your head He fights for your life It's my hands It's your blood I can't decide Whether to kill Or let survive