The faceless deaths
The rising numbers
The loss of lives taken too soon
It’s the old that die
It’s the old who have lived their lives
Sooner or later they were meant to die
Sooner or later they were meant to fly
But these faceless deaths
Deaths that have just been given a number
Are more than just a number but rather a beautiful soul snatched away
Snatched away without a proper kiss goodbye
They’ve raised you well,
They’ve loved you like none else
They were your dear angels
But now they’ve left without your permission
It’s the old that die
It’s the old that have to fly
But don’t tell me they were meant to leave ;
Their years are to blame but their fight was full of might
I’ll love you like you’ve always loved
I’ll remember you will heavy tears
I’m so broken to have no kiss goodbye
But You’ve raised me well and i will love just the way you have loved
