No surprise
Maria Sharon Moemise
It used to come like a thief in the night
but now there's no surprise...
It stares you right in the face, in daylight
it's not afraid...not very nice.
You can run from it, but you can't hide
It comes from anywhere, anytime
Roaming around all over, far and wide
Making life's worth less than a dime
It's no surprise when the eerie feeling come
when a chill cry shatters the night
It's no surprise when the wind hums a sad tune
Signaling the end of a long, deadly fight.
The cloud sweeps roughly thru the nite sky
the moon hiding behind a wild oak-tree
the chill in the air is slicing, the air dry.
a longdrawn sigh... a soul set free
It used to come like a thief in the night,
but now there's no surprise...
it's death at it's boldest, in all its might
an end of an era, till dust shall rise.
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