When death promotes a wagging tongue
and wages war for all the wrongs
grief can **** a thousand goods
unyielding death to newest buds

Time is the only healer for
a wounded mind inside it's core
lashing out with angry glass
cutting an already open ****

There is no blame to lay at doors
old age brings death, this is the cause
in mourning there is reeling
passing time brings healing

Experience brings comfort to
a broken hearted person who
should stroke his inner soul
to avoid an empty hole

Give thought to your ill fated state
for hating to abate
good thoughts will alleviate
open your broken hearted gate

Quell your rage at any age
go have fun, no where to run
relax enjoy the summer sun
for everyone, death will come