The Time Has Come

The Time Has Come ode

Uploaded by Shruti Satish

It’s time to leave
Far far away from here
Go away please
There’s no need to fear.

Your time has now come
Don’t fight anymore
There’s nothing to escape from
You just need to let go.

You must understand, I can’t see you hurt
I can’t see you begging for your life
I can’t see you rumble in the dirt
Struggling like this will just not work.

Yes I will be sad that your presence will not be graced
I will be miserable and feel terrible
But I still will give you a good bye kiss
And then you’ll go into bliss.

You will fall into a sleep where you’ll never awake
You will go to someplace which is known to no one
To a place where you can not be fake
To a place where you will always be gone.

Oh! Oh, it is your time
You have certainly got the sign
So long my friend. You will always be mine
I just hope you will be fine.

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