DEATH IS A THIEF

Death is a thief,help me define
It comes so Coney, who can deny
The void it creates, who can fill
The sting of death, how can you not feel?
Death is a thief, help me define

Death is a vessel for all to ride
It comes so early for babies to ride,
It comes so late for seniors to pride
It comes anytime, so no one is ready.
Death is a thief, help me get ready.

For those who remain, pain so great
For those who remain live to recreate
The dreams now doomed, hope now lost.
For both life and flesh, the grave has swallowed.
Dreams so great, for us to carry on.

Allow me to grieve, to relieve my pain.
Allow me to groan, for all I have now, are memories passed
I wish I had loved more, my work demanded more!
I wish I hugged more, I needed to earn more!
I wish I spent enough time, too late to realize!
I wish, I wish, I wish, too late to fix.

Death is a thief, stop him if you can.
If heaven is a better place, then let me go
If the other side of the grave is better than here,
why do I hurt so much?
Yes, I know. It is the hole in my soul.
A void who can now fill it? What can ever satisfy me?
What death has taken, I never regain it back.

I will make it through, with help from up high.
I will survive this day, for I trust in Him who gives and takes away.
Death is a thief, the enemy I find hard to accept!