Ill Wind

Father Death is pacing down the hall

Wanting me to end it all

Only he decides, Only he can tell

It shouldn't matter bout your personal hell

Aint no pretending

He's gonna go, he's gonna go

It's an Ill Wind, I can feel it shifting

Feel a change, gonna carry him away

It's an Ill Wind, gonna carry him home

Time to rearrange, get ready to go,

Head held high, sun's about to shine

On a life so divine, so divine

Fog is lifting, time to walk slowly

Together we dirge, holding a heavy hearts

Sowest of pain, saddest of faces

This can't be happening, too young to depart