The Transport System In Man (I Don’t Want To See Your Death)
You are the blood circulatory system
I don’t want to hear your casualty
I don’t want to feel your fatality
You are made up of the heart
I don’t want to sense its demise
After there will be lots of cries
You are made up of the blood vessels
I don’t want to feel its dying
I will not stand its passing
You are made up of the blood
I don’t want to know its end
The great loss of a friend