| Untitled Death immortal as time is brisk 'Tis the end that never ends To live is to die, it's not a risk 'Tis fate that never bends. A soul carries on through many years From then until forever more Leaving in its path a wake of tears But allows the spirit to soar. There is no magic potion Be it brewed by moon or sun To heal the grief and emotion Of a life stopped as it began. But the love that remains in our hearts Gives us the strength to endure The guilt and the lonely part Though we have no mircale cure. We must accept the inevitable But never play with death For our blessing is our spirit And life's gentle warming breath. |