Death
Death is a mysterious thing.
You might think it’s king
You might not know that it’s comin'
Because it’s secretly humin'
It‘s always dark and blue
Your always searchin' for a clue
You might find its sorrow
It may happen today or tomorrow
When it does you’ll be speechless
When it ends you’ll be soulless
Death can be a mysterious thing.
Done By: Meg
