Apr 14 1989
Hand Of Death
Do cold stars come out at night,
and bring dark dreams of things to come.
And does your heart beat with fright,
when unknown noises sound from above.
Do your eyes tear with pain,
when bad things bring a lumpy throat.
And do your hands and body shake,
when cold tales are told of things of old.
Do you laugh a merry way,
and try to forget the coming day.
When the cold hand of death reaches you,
and shows you new sights unseen.
