I Won't Let You Die Poem by HB Rita

Don't go down under the ground
The wind whispers to me
You are in jeopardy!
I can see your way through my tears
No lights, no shimmer; in the darkest night
Despair crawls on your way and;
You just don't get what it has just meant to your fate!
You request to have the grim reaper over,
Thinking of the most precise gift from life
I wonder to tell you then,
You will never experience the grim reaper
Because,
I will never let you die!
Oh baby!
I will make sure you know your way in crowd
I will never let you die!