I sensed the approach of Death's icy grip,
Then came darkness like I've never seen;
All has turned gray since Love went away . . .
But why is the grass still so green?
Why does the sun conceal its golden rays,
Why do birds chant a somber lament?
When a love dies despair clouds our eyes --
Everything is twisted and bent
No, nothing is what it appears to be,
Love's departure left me in despair;
To ease my pain, I prayed, but in vain --
No consolation met my prayer
Love restored the faith and trust I had lost,
Then into my heart Fate ****** a lance;
Now Love has flown, and I'm left alone . . .
Left to drift in an aimless trance
What challenges Life unfolds before us,
Then seems to cruelly laugh in our face;
But I'll stand tall, knowing tears must fall --
Setbacks will not slacken my pace
Then in a vision it all came to me --
My apprehensions finally addressed:
My pain shall cease when I break Life's lease,
And 'neath the grass I'm laid to rest
So perhaps that's why the grass is still green . . .
It's a promise of hope and rebirth;
Love never dies . . . but Death purifies
Its essence conceived here on Earth
Dec 2, 2025
Dec 2, 2025 at 4:45 PM UTC
I sensed the approach of Death's icy grip,
Then came darkness like I've never seen;
All has turned gray since Love went away . . .
But why is the grass still so green?
Why does the sun conceal its golden rays,
Why do birds chant a somber lament?
When a love dies despair clouds our eyes --
Everything is twisted and bent
No, nothing is what it appears to be,
Love's departure left me in despair;
To ease my pain, I prayed, but in vain --
No consolation met my prayer
Love restored the faith and trust I had lost,
Then into my heart Fate ****** a lance;
Now Love has flown, and I'm left alone . . .
Left to drift in an aimless trance
What challenges Life unfolds before us,
Then seems to cruelly laugh in our face;
But I'll stand tall, knowing tears must fall --
Setbacks will not slacken my pace
Then in a vision it all came to me --
My apprehensions finally addressed:
My pain shall cease when I break Life's lease,
And 'neath the grass I'm laid to rest
So perhaps that's why the grass is still green . . .
It's a promise of hope and rebirth;
Love never dies . . . but Death purifies
Its essence conceived here on Earth
