Time to Leave

Death is sweet for the person who's dying, he'll be free from all troubles, but for other -- bereavement is most suffocating...

It is always the time for leaving,
Always the time to be have gone,
Sweet escapism is better
Than groping in the unknown.
How happy you feel
How happy you look
How happy you are
When you are no more
People around you might cry
Or try hiding silly sobs

And you feel so happy, so light
Have no more battles to fight
Nothing matters anymore now
No if's, no but's, no what's nd no how's
A cowardly last sigh
Nd u feel so high
Leaving things in stand-stillness
Nothing to think, no more to guess...