Nightingale

There's a black dog on the table Begging you to stay And 7 masked marauders A judgment in their wake They beckon and enable The sealing of your fate Say goodbye and cradle Then you slip away Why does the nightingale celebrate sunrise? Just to sing again when day falls into night? The moon drenched rays of glorious starlight, Does she knows it? Why did look at me that way the day you died? My sweet friend, it seems you knew it was your time Slow like water the drain there dripped your life, to the ocean Raindrops falling down I know where they are going Deep into the ground Then back into the sky And it hurt to take the band-aid off I questioned my intentions But through death I've found The permanence of life