Through the Eyes of Death

Inside Araba bus, he lonely weep No one show him sympathy, as i peep Solititude ally i thought, but he uttered 'I give you the power to grant desired' In his hand, a list of whom to die And people's unanswered appeal, all tie I look at the wishes of those before us And those after us, I saw all their hearts Their dark pact, and their motives I checks everyone's wishes and strives Their genius minds, their selfish secrets Their inventions, what is left uncreate Then my mind became useless My friends, my enemies, are all heartless I join him in his lonely weeping With what i saw, Death is a blessing No one showed sympathy toward us As he insisted, added or deduct, a must With what I saw, i granted no wishers Wrote my name, to done in loneliness.