A fate worse than death

A fate worse than death we survived,
lost in thought what could a man possibly do?
the best person you can ever be is you
we've laid hands on your empty corpse
we streched hearts to touch your soul
we've cried symphathetically looking through your grave
 
we cursed the cause that sounded your death knell
and waited patiently for a miracle to happen
we lost all the tears we reserved for other people's deaths,
to snatch you out of the jaws of death
but what God has given,he has now taken
 
your rumble of calm died many times
we felt infinitely hopeless when we heard your rhymes
"even if a man wins,he still looses"
even if a man lives,he is already dead"
killed by our inability to separate the truth from lies...
and blind acceptance of every evil that come our way through our eyes