Good men race against time,
Not realizing their fate is already mine.
Good women cry out, begging for one more breath,
Seizing hold of their child
Declaring they can’t succumb to death.
I heard their pleas, oh, I heard their cries!
Still, I could not answer, I had a job to do.
Still, I could not answer, but how I wanted to!
I would’ve been gentle, I would’ve been wise,
I would’ve sung many soft lullabies.
You think I am cruel.
That I see the deceased as slain ewes,
You think I cannot see through mortal eyes.
But I want you to know,
Death mourns too.
For those of you who wonder,
Who hear my name and shudder,
I am the one who takes the buried.
And no one can imagine the burden,
The burden I have carried.
Before you assume that all you hear is true.
I want you to know, Death mourns too.