Death alone kills off the warmth
To be or not to be without love.
Death alone has turned the coldest
Of all hearts toward a maker, a God.
Death alone has brought even the mightiest
To knees in agony and mourning.
Death alone, the root of all fears
That encompasses all hearts even the bravest.
Death alone, it is death alone
The bridge that stands between
the shores of life and oblivion
Death alone stands between the love
We have built over time.
Death alone, it is death alone
The bridge that stands between
You and me, it is death alone.

Efe Benjamin

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