ones fate

I guess when you have stared death in the face,
Many times since a small child,
It becomes more clear,
It's not something to fear,
Death releases a soul from confliction,
From infliction,
Uncontrollable sleeping state,
The body bandage ,
Of all wounds,
As the soul escape's,
Our bodies only bare the weight, in which it can hold,
Death acts as a pain threshold,
Some live within bodies so old,
Within a light weight sold,
Accidents happen,
taking lives early ,
The wrong time,
The wrong place ,
changing ones fate,
surrendered within,
or without baring weight.