Yet in my dreams, I find another land

Some boiling water spilled onto my hand
I’ve cut my finger on a tin at last
An accidental death is not yet planned

I had to put 5 plasters in a band
And wait until the flow of blood had passed
Some boiling water spilled onto my hand

I must not condone the  last demand
For surely somewhere I will find green grass
An accidental death is not yet planned

Only God himself can give commands
About the exact time our bodies pass
Though  boiling water spilled onto my hand

Yet in my dreams, I find another land
As if I have stepped lightly through the glass
An accidental death is not yet planned

The sun shone for a moment in a flash
Say, I’m off dear reader, I just have to dash
Some boiling water spilled onto my hand
An accidental death is never planned