Death is not proud.

Shall I call thee goodbye?

In my heart,

You will live forever.

If death so proud,

Why can’t we stop feeling the pain?

You know,

Losing someone is never something,

I call happiness.

I will remember the good days but,

I will never see you again.

In the afterlife, I know that,

You will be waiting for me.

I know that you said to yourself that,

Death was too far but,

We never know what tomorrow has for us.

Death be the not proud cause,

The pain you bring us fades with you.