Death is beautiful
One day soon or later, time will arrive
when all of us ,sadly, have to die
Those who never cared when we were crying
will bow with respect to our dead body
lying
Some folks pricked us with words like thorns
will place boquets of flowers as though in lawns
Who turned...
when all of us ,sadly, have to die
Those who never cared when we were crying
will bow with respect to our dead body
lying
Some folks pricked us with words like thorns
will place boquets of flowers as though in lawns
Who turned...