Death has to come at a time,
It might get even around the end of the year time.
Death has to find a way,
It might be sudden and unfair.
Death has to get someone,
It might be the dearest one.
Death has to go away,
It might be harsh for you to stay.
Death traces are just despair!
On her own manners death utters you to say:
Why on earth did death stole You away?!
Still life is here to stay,
For you to remember, for you to obey!