It comes, it goes, When it comes we know For every time it comes A battle comes unseen Each time, every time We lose a soldier, We lose a love, We lose a life.
Yet we look up and thank Thank that we have got time, Time to fix broken promises Broken friendships Broken lives Broken ties: We think, we cry, To live a better life.
To foreshadow living a better life. With no lies, to live a fantasy life. Yet, we seem to forget All the promises we made And how it will come again Maybe for me, maybe for you One day it will take us all Even if we have friendships to fix, Promises to make.
It has no boundaries No stopping, no pleading It will come for everyone And everything - Death.
A poem written by the nicest person I know and an amazing friend - Zainab Patel.