• A man covers his face.
    He seems enlightened by grace.
    He knows his time has come all too soon.
    He whistles a small tune.

    He rests his head on the pillow,
    All of that time seemed so long ago.
    He closes his eyes,
    This is the moment he'll forever despise.

    He asks why it's his time to die.
    He just wants to ask why...
    Why is here, close to death.
    Getting closer and closer to his last breath?

    He doesn't mind it too much.
    It was bound to come to such.
    The moment where he finally moves on.
    He might even be gone before dawn.

    He lightly holds a cross in his hand.
    Just how long has his life spanned?
    How many years did he regret?
    How many times would he not forget?

    The pain and harm he caused to some.
    Most thought he didn't deserve freedom.
    Most thought he needed to be killed.
    Their wishes were almost fulfilled.

    With eyes drawn closed,
    He looks calm and composed.
    With one last breath,
    It's now the time of death.