Death is a visitor, one hell of a visitor,
At any door he knocks, they open.
It is then that he leaves no joy
But tears that will take time to dry.
The best teacher to those that take life for granted.

Sometimes you realize how much you crave,
Only when he plucks away the best of the fruits,
Then only do you see your mistakes,
You wish you had done this or that
And you mourn for those words you never said.

It is said that you never know,
How good a bird in hand is, until it flies away?
You will wish death had never visited
As soon as he says cheerio, you see a whole new world,
A perfect world, for a perfect you.

You shed tears for missed chances
For those things you did not want to believe.
You cry for mercy, for all the wrongs you did
You see the good in the person that was
So said my grandfather, 'the dead are always perfect'.

It’s when heart-breaker sits beside you
That you believe it doesn’t hurt when they go
But once they die, you know how hard it is without them
And back they never come, they are gone with the wind
Simple words you never said, you may never say.

Suddenly we become wonderfully caring
Even for those we never really cared for
We let our tears flow, we let emotions run
Yet deep down in our hearts
We know we lived a lie.