Let there be silence, no noise to be heard,
Let time stand still, no rustle of his beard.
The day is too sad for music to be played,
Let the vicar realise, no one has been saved.
The message is clear, write it clearly in the sky,
Hes gone forever > no one knows why.
Let animals and men in silence realise,
Death comes to all; but foolish and wise.
He was my reason for living,
Soothed the hear in my breast.
The start, the end, the worst and the best,
Sometimes so strong, sometimes so weak,
He desires the earth now,
He was so meek.
Time is no more, my future is nought,
My eyes should be blind, no future bought.
Why should we live, ours but to die.
Question : the universe > why, bloody why.
Jay Haitch ©
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