Enter the suicide Angels

It is good to be

Old.

No more guessing.

No more standing in the freezing

Cold,

Waiting for your fate

To unfold.

O,it's enough've been said,

No more reasons to get out of bed.

No more lullabies ,

But for wind to sing

Final song,

And to take those leaves

Under his wing,

For are they too dry

To see

Yet another spring.  

O,it's enough've been said,

No more reasons to get out of bed.

Soon u will

Let her ghostly hand

Take you there,

Where your mom and dad

Are already.

Having tea,

That's can only be had

With the shadows

And memories,-

O,not all are sad!

It's enough've been said,

No more reasons to get out of bed.