Faircry

He's just a stranger, A person you've met, Visiting you At your hospital bed You're weak and cold, Crippled and sad, He lifts you up And puts on his hat. Your vision is blurry, You're dizzy in mind, You feel a light, It's warm and kind. As you open your eyes, There's no more pain, The waiting - It was not in vain. He speaks now, Slow and steady, Each of his words Is weighing heavy "Your time has come, it's time to go." "To what destination ?" "You do not know." "But it's a good place, A nice one at that. So hush little boy, don't you cry, for that you're only going to die."