Walking In the Valley of the Dead

I've walked in the valley of the shadow of death I've known the fever of the last strongest breath I've felt the dirtiest dust rise up between my toes I've smelled it's rancid stench deep within my nose I've felt the rotten reaper riding on my sagging shoulder He felt so very heavy, like an over-sized boulder I've met the sickness that was buried deep within my head I've heard the voices of the walking, waking and wailing dead Yeah, I've walked in the vision of the valley of my death But I no longer have to trudge among those living on their last breath I took my walk through the stinking valley At the end of my walk, I'm still alive And every single day since I continue to survive!