I looked in the eyes of <br />Death and felt remorse. <br />I looked in the eyes of <br />Death and saw peace <br />I felt the hand of death <br />And hated <br />I held the body of death <br />And redeemed myself naked <br />Oh death, the unanswered <br />Question. <br />The fear of many, the <br />Fear of none. <br />Why do we live? <br />Why do we live? If <br />Not for death. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />To my son brent. I miss you<br /><br />Gangsta Sta<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/can-we-heal/
