Waiting for it , so long

I know to us it belong

It is the last song

When all right turns wrong .

Death comes latter or soon

Like every night arrival of moon

Whole life searched any clue

Hearing about death turn us blue

But accept it, it is true,

Death never ditches

Goes with loud pitches

Opens all wounds stiches

But I am not scared

I always prayed

I always enjoyed

My life and tried

Hearing bout death and never cried.

But I will have it happily

And want no one cry silly

Dying for someone is great ,

It is courageous trait

Which never faint

To die life like saint .