If death is like the wind,
Blowing swiftly by,
Stealing life away,
And succeeding with every try.
Then life must be like a candle,
Weère quietly lining up,
Waiting for our turn,
To have our candle blow out.
We don't live forever,
Although the line is long,
But we will go down singing,
Singing our personal song.
So when it is my turn,
And the wind swurls by,
I'll hold my candle high,
And soon,
I too,
Will die.
Just another candle in the wind.
Well, I guess it's about death and life, and how it's hard to go on never knowing when your going. All you know is that we all die in the end, so you shouldn'y fight it. You shouldn't fear death, but welcome it with open arms. "When your born, you cry and the world is happy. When you die the world crys and your happy."Did you like this poem? Write one of your own!
