Death Itself

Death Itself
The number one cause of death
Is death itself
It’s in wealth and very poor health
Death is death yes it is
It comes with stealth
It is in the air and the woody trees
It blows near and far
From the wind overseas
Death is death yes it is
And fatality it breathes
It cannot be seen smelt or heard
It is said it comes from the cawing crow
Oh, that little bird
But death is death yes it is
It shall greet you with a kiss
And bid you adieu
Going back to its home
Its home the dark abyss