Dark and cold,
with a stinging breath,
You Come and go
Picking friends and foe
...
Lord, I can't thank you enough
For all the love you gave me,
Like a father to a child
In my troubles you embrace me.
...
I owe my life to you
A few times over,
Thank you lord
At the recent wish you showered.
...
Death Oh Death!
Dark and cold,
with a stinging breath,
You Come and go
Picking friends and foe
I was told
You''re no too bold,
Taking away
The Young and old
As you come
Like a rotten plum,
You only take
Leaving others to ache
Taking lives
You leave no survives,
For you''re so cruel
With your exclusionary rule
U hide in dark
Making your mark,
You nasty death,
Wrapped in flowery wreath
Ya, you definately remind me of her...what was her name? ? ? ? Oh I remember
Ya, I am sure of it now, its you Janice. Wow, its you! How come yet another name? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?