Claimed by Death, by Invisible Poet
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You get told about it all your life
It happens every day
The word is sharper than a knife
You can’t keep the thought at bay
He was here and now he’s gone
Claimed by the thing they call death
His life was long but now it’s done
Claimed by the thing they call death
From the time you are born your set
You wake up in the night and reach for his side of the bed
When you dream, you’re soaked with sweat
Then you realize he is dead
He was here and now he’s gone
Claimed by the thing they call death
His life was long but now it’s done
Claimed by the thing they call death
You think no one notices you
Don’t leave me all alone
I notice the things you do
I’ll notice when you’re gone
Don’t be claimed by the thing they call death
I’ll notice when you’re gone
Don’t be claimed by the thing they call death
Your life is long and far from done.
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Posted: 2009-03-31 01:35:50 UTC |
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