froggirl626

Death comes in it's own way  As I write this, someone passes quietly Death Comes in it's own time  As I write this, someone passes violently Violently to the eyes of those watching  And mourning But I believe that Death comes to each of us  Peacefully With arms outstretched And a gentle smile of an old time friend  That you've just met. "Come," says Death, "You are needed  To place rainbows in the skies  To arrange the clouds  And help the sun shine." "Come," says Death, "You are needed  To run wild through the trees  To stir the breeze  And whistle through the reeds." "Come," says Death, "You are needed  To sit quiet with the hur