For death, the silent companion of life, Walks with us through joy and strife, A gentle touch, a whispered sigh, In every breath, it's standing by. In twilight's hush, it softly waits, Beyond the veil, by heaven's gates, A solemn dance, a final waltz, In its embrace, we find our halts. Yet in its shadow, there's a grace, A sacred space, a solemn place, Where memories linger, whispers fly, And souls take flight, beyond the sky. For death, though feared, holds mystery, A passage to eternity, Where souls find solace, hearts find rest, In the eternal, we are blessed. |