There comes the darkness of the night.
And so too do our lives decay,
Fraught with pain and loss and fright. 

Some will tell you all is well,
As darkness draws in from all sides,
Eternal sleep straight from the knell;
A final trip that each man rides. 

I don't have answers, only hope,
That when that time grows near,
Each of us will learn to cope,
Through honest grief -- not lies and fear.