Death

At every sunrise you're happy to see another day At every sunrise it's glad you're getting closer to your last day Everyone will meet it, there's no escape, there's no other way Out of the pain and suffering in this world, some decide to hasten theirs, suicide Not many will make that choice, death does it for them, it decides At every funeral, you mourn, you grieve and pray you're not the next, you don't need your soul a rest, not yet I hear people speak on how they'd love to see death, "aged, painless and on my bed" Death comes in many form but for evey death there's a birth