The pain of a loved one.

Death, a silent visitor, comes to our door

Uninvited, unwelcome, yet always sure

He takes away what's precious, what's dear

Leaving only sorrow, only tears

His touch is cold, his presence stark

He leaves behind only emptiness, only dark

We plead with him, we beg him to stay

But he takes away, and goes on his way

We're left with memories, with grief, with pain

Wishing we could turn back time, wishing we could remain

But Death, he doesn't listen, he doesn't care

He takes away, and leaves us with only pain

He's a thief in the night, a robber of joy

Leaving behind only sorrow, only anguish

We're left to pick up the pieces, to mend the tear

But Death, he's already gone, and we're left to face the fear.