At the time of death

At the time of death;
The birds don't fly.
black rain falls from dark clouds in the sky.

at this point of time; nobody cries,
they have already said;
there last goodbyes.

the lullaby repeats; again and again;
reminding us, this time has came.

the wind howls.
they all hold there breath,
afraid to burst into tears;
at this time of death