The trouble with death is the mystery
The trouble with death is love’s letting go
Photographs and history
All that’s left
and that’s all we know
The trouble with death is unforgiving
The trouble with death is that chances slip by
Such a short time that we’re living
We barely have time
to wonder why
Holding your hand
Touching your hair
To see your face and feel your breath
One more chance to clear the air…
The trouble with death is it comes so sudden
The trouble with death is the waiting game
Try to change it when it’s coming
It chooses the time
just the same
The trouble with death is the leaving
The trouble with death is a whole lot of pain
The people who stay to do the grieving
Wishing and praying
they’ll see you again
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