The night grew still as the angels sang a sweet lullaby,
How can you sing such sweet a tune when all of heaven dies?
Days go by so quickly as the leaves grow on the trees;
Life passes by so gently, pray on hands and knees.
Will I die today, or will I live tomorrow;
Will life slip swiftly out the door so others will feel pain and sorrow?
Questions tear our minds apart, secrets still buried at heart.
Will we live to see the sun rise or die to see our souls fly?