Death is hanging off the edge
And crying for a helping hand
But knowing you must let go

Death is an old friendship
Growing distant over time
And slowly only having memories

Death is the past
Knowing you must move on
And not being able to go back

Death is the hardest things
The demons in our lives
Death is gossip
And if we choose to listen to it

It's the number one Killer in America
No way to hide from it
Death sneaks up on you
And takes life far away

But there is one thing you can do
Don't let it take control

Because after all...
Death is letting go