Death a friend?
Ma tells me death is a cruel and unforgiving man
But I can’t see how that’s true when you look at all he has done
He was the one who heard papa’s cries and guided him back to his once lost love
Death was the one who took mercy on those who spent their nights screaming in agony
And after dad lost his hair and started to act weird Death was the one who lead him back to himself in a place far from here
And when a young teen sobs for help in the dead of night where even the sun can’t seem to reach them Death is there to embrace them
Death is the one who whispers to them that it’s okay now and they won’t be hurt any longer
Yet Death is the one people blame when they can’t see that life is just as cruel as they claim him to be
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