Death and Life
Every beautiful thing that is created
one day finds a way to pass away
These are things we have loved and cherished
and even taken for granted each and every day
Where is the good in death...
just memories that are hard to bear
Can't we please turn back the hands of time
as innocent minds learn to swear
God is our promise
that heaven will hold us close
But what comes to sinners
That append to the deciding note
I've seen the darkness
that a man can hold
And it scares me to the bone
more than ever can be told
So water the flowers
and feed the birds
Living life is simply
what needs to be heard
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