To die is to know how love is forgotten
When the red goes down the drain
To die is to be unwanted
When the world goes up in flames
To die is to never hear birds sing
When the song is whisked away
To die is not to cry but to be complete
Oh how the stars follow a path
A bunny jumps with nature
When the brain is confused
For earth stays greater
And love is in the form of a tear
And needs are no longer
To die is a peaceful nothing
Something so somber.