DEATH
It comes to those we love
As well as those we hate
To everyone it's
A fact, their fate
It can be fascinating
But it's always real
Yet it can be done
in the surreal
Some may go up
And some may go down
If this is true
Is this the middle ground
We all run about
As if we're in a race
This is something few
Rush-in to face
Few are lucky enough
To get two chances
But very few get
to pick the circumstances
What is it's name
And who is it's keeper
It must be death
And he the grim reaper!
SKY
As well as those we hate
To everyone it's
A fact, their fate
It can be fascinating
But it's always real
Yet it can be done
in the surreal
Some may go up
And some may go down
If this is true
Is this the middle ground
We all run about
As if we're in a race
This is something few
Rush-in to face
Few are lucky enough
To get two chances
But very few get
to pick the circumstances
What is it's name
And who is it's keeper
It must be death
And he the grim reaper!
SKY
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