The sounds of death are often near
I feel they follow me everyday
Wherever I go wherever I sleep
The screams of dying can make me weep
If I close my eyes the louder they get
If I close my ears I feel them near
If I fall asleep they're in my dreams
Sometimes when I wake it's from my own screams
They call to me saying it's almost time
I explain to them I'm not ready to go
I tell them again there's still much to do
They reply to me, “that just isn't true”
Death tells me I've lived enough for now
And says my body is of no more use
I've lived this life serving others in need
Death tells me now my soul shall be freed
David
