The traffic will be bright in the yard.

The robots will still be on but no followers.

The chain is broken their forever in gone but memories.

The bell rings then i picked

Imagine joy being stolen by tears,

Imagine peace hunted by hard times,

The talk will be less but their tears.

These pain shone to graduate in the day.

Their minds will be focused but still surprised.

Their energies wont be judged.

Their arms will be unfolded in this day.

Their faces will be wed and their hearts will be paining.

Just to remind you i am death, and i fear no evil.

Just a reminder that the day will come, is just the way it is.