Death and life

I crave for days when I was young, when death was dream and far away,
So far away, I never had, a thought to run, to run away,
Away from earth, away from life, where death would never find my way,
Where I would feel again so young, that it would take my breath away,

I pray for those, who lived and died, who met the end and felt to die,
My grief is vast; it cries and sighs, with useless pain to stay alive,
To stay alive till end will come, till earth becomes my bed to lie,
Where I will lie and sleep so deep, I will forget I was alive.

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