Death Comes To All

Go to it Run from it Death comes to all… Fear it Or stand as if It doesn’t exist Death comes to all… Talk to yourself about it Or deny its existence Death comes to all… Love and let yourself be loved Hate and fine yourself being hated Death comes to all… I found her And she found me Yet she wants to end it all But Death comes to all… The world is ours to plough Not to plunder But we all are fruits Because Death comes to all… Do good Be bad Death comes to all… In the end Life worths a lot Because Death comes to all… Note I am not afraid Of what I can see Nor what is before me But what I never feel Or that which I never know of Because Death comes to all…