You see the good in life,
And then you see the bad.
You dream of a way of life,
A life you never had;
A life you never will have;
A life you never can have.
You dread the beauty
Of the things you hold bad.
You overlook the things,
The things, in life, you had.
You show your hatred;
You show your fear;
You curse the angel of death!
You curse it for taking you away;
For leaving the loved ones in dismay.
You hate him; for you cannot stay.
And you curse him for the things you cannot take.
But what of those, that you do get?
You think he is evil,
The most sinister of all.
For he came to take you,
When it was your call!
What of the years that he waited on you?
What of the moments that he let you live?
What of the memories that you made?
Years of time, did he not give?
Why not his patience do you count?
Why not his mercy do you see?
He came to take you before your time,
Could not that have been?
You leave this world with memories,
You leave people that you love,
Leave behind ones that love you,
Leave this world and rise above!
When all it could have possibly been,
A dead fetus that was never seen!