Sweet chariot awaits my arrival ,
It's ivory white wood aglow;
But I am not yet ready to depart
From this earthly home I know.

Too young I must be
To leave this world behind.
How different my life would be
If I kept this day in mind.

Unintentionally imprisoned,
By our feeble mortality.
How freely I would soar,
Unhinged with liberty.

Perhaps then my time is now
If free I no longer stay.
I fear I may be trapped,
Filled with sudden dismay.

I cry out for justice;
Does anybody hear?
I beg for more time,
I receive my answer bluntly.

"You must go where others have gone before,
Down to the ivory sands of shore."
Tonight I swim with graceful ease,
Into the dark immortal seas.