The end of a life
is drawing near,
waiting for Death,
to next appear.
The thought of Death,
scares me not, see,
as long as you,
keep a memory of me,
in your heart, where
I hope it to be.
The end of a life
is drawing near,
waiting for Death,
to next appear.
The thought of Death,
scares me not, see,
as long as you,
keep a memory of me,
in your heart, where
I hope it to be.