The Angel Death
Silently he waits for me
Shrouded in mystery
I've never seen his face
But I sense his presence every place
He thinks he's kind
i think he's cruel
I wish it was a game
Where I could change the rules
But deep inside, i know he'll be
The last person that I'll see
And since this is true
I hope that death is kind to me and to you
Copyright © Bernadette Langer | Year Posted 2005
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