Through the hallways of death we walk
Before our eyes their lights grow dim,
As one would shade the Moon's soft light
inviting the darkness to enter within.
A young man once so lively,
Now is but a husk, a shell.
His mother's tears upon his hand,
For no more stories will he tell.
An infant born into pain and anguish
Had seen not sun, nor light of day.
As the flame of life slowly fades and dies,
Must these young ones our sins to pay?
What fate binds these, what omen or star?
Or must they be our grateful dead,
Released from shackles of mortal pain
Freed from torment, as mothers wept.
Too long my friend, too long it's been
Since last we drank, we cried, we laughed.
Clasping my hand, yours grows weaker,
And leave behind your friends and past.
Through the hallways of death I walk
To build anew, another life.
But 'tis a twist of fate that's dealt,
To be among the grateful dead.