Death's Sweet Voice

Death’s Sweet Voice It’s natural to deplore What has gone before The lies and the deceit The failure and defeat The scant recompense The end of innocence Acceptance of reality Comfort zone finality We weep, we cry A tear runs from our eye Death reaches out her arms Tells us not to be alarmed For our souls she will cradle And sooth us with her charms Thus fate has decreed To cut us ‘til we bleed The rapier of mistrust To parry and to thrust The silent guns of hate The put-it-on-the-slate The hang ups and fears Those adolescent years We cry, we weep A teardrop starts to seep Can Death bring our salvation? Will she bring us our elation? And gently our souls cradle To numb fate’s aberrations The dull pain of the blind The manacles of mankind The catch-me-if-you-can The brotherhood of man The love lost for all time The many hills to climb The searching of our soul The black and empty hole We hide, we seek A tear runs down our cheek Death’s sweet voice is calling Be done with all the mauling Come let your soul be cradled Into her arms we’re falling We’ve seen that in this life Fate throws a bloody knife Straight between our eyes We have learned to realise Hopes once fresh and new Just vanished like the dew Leaving nothing but a shell An abandoned, empty well We hope, we pray A teardrop winds its way Death’s sweet voice is singing And bells of freedom ringing Our souls will soon be cradled To sooth away life’s stinging