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TWO DEATHS
The first death is over, with our final breath
As we leave this world in the arms of death
Our flesh laid bare, returned to earth
Are we now vanished?
Where lies our worth?
Our second death is when the last one comes
To whisper our name beneath the shining sun
When the last one comes to lay a flower down
Above our headstone in the ground
When silence holds the names they keep
This death is stronger and cuts more deep
When our headstone becomes unkept and worn
And no one is gathering there to mourn
So when people say they'll speak their names
They'll speak of those that they have lost
They'l keep the fire burning and candles lit
For love's not forgotten, no matter the cost!
These are the reasons why they will speak
For the second death will cut more deep
They will not stay silent, they will not forget
So the second death finds no rest just yet
