It comes to us all.
Makes no difference of our skin.
Weather we're female or male.
Good health or bad.
Some pass with easy.
Some do in the extreme.
For the one left behide.
Healing feels like a crime.
To move on with daily life.
When life has left them.
Where do we go, does it just end.
The pain is so great, rather be cut with a dull knife.
Was there time to forgive.
Was there time to speak of love.
Death shows no mercy, yet it's not filled with hate.
It finds us all.
