Death, it's a hard thing,
It comes so unexpectedly,
Rips through everyone's heart,
Breaks it to pieces.
Death, it's hard to grasp,
Hard to comprehend,
Hard to wrap ourselves around,
But yet it goes around.
Death, it makes it's rounds,
Without prejudice, but full of pride,
And boastfulness,
Death.
Mar 20, 2019
Mar 20, 2019 at 11:25 PM UTC
Death, it's a hard thing,
It comes so unexpectedly,
Rips through everyone's heart,
Breaks it to pieces.
Death, it's hard to grasp,
Hard to comprehend,
Hard to wrap ourselves around,
But yet it goes around.
Death, it makes it's rounds,
Without prejudice, but full of pride,
And boastfulness,
Death.