The feel of Death
The time we cherish,
is the one well spent.
The life that was given,
will come to an end.
How will we keep it?,
is the question we ask
But time waits on no man,
and death will perform it's task.
If the way we live,
determines how we die.
Should we love the ones we have,
or just let them wonder by.
The Feel of Death, it only makes you cry.
By: Simone Townsend
is the one well spent.
The life that was given,
will come to an end.
How will we keep it?,
is the question we ask
But time waits on no man,
and death will perform it's task.
If the way we live,
determines how we die.
Should we love the ones we have,
or just let them wonder by.
The Feel of Death, it only makes you cry.
By: Simone Townsend
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