It comes slowly
Creeping up on me
As I drew my last breathe
I saw the light ahead
I swear it's not an illusion
It's all just as I had visioned

They were my escorts
They were beautiful, of course
I waited for this moment
I've prepared a present
My heart and my soul
They might be old
But they are gold

The gate of heaven
Open up for this good servant
I am home now, My Lord
I am one with you in thought