• Surely death would welcome those
    With shaking hands and tattered clothes
    Without the suffering of disease in fate
    Life’s come too far to go too late

    And those who begged
    Not for money with greed
    But mouths not focused
    On theirs to feed

    And as we sigh
    With no generous regret
    We say a prayer
    In a wasted breath

    Though we don’t fear for death unless
    There’s no more need for so much stress
    As we rely on hearts unkind or not
    To forgive our sins without a second thought