William Elliott Whitmore
The Buzzards Won't Cry
You'll pray for a candle when the darkness fallswhen the night time closes inWhen life's fateful curtain finally drawsand you won't see the morning againThose buzzards will circle all overheadjust waiting for you to dieIn their hearts they know you'll soon be deadand not one of them will cryYou'll hope against hope for one last breathwhen you find that yours is goneIn this world there won't be nothin' leftjust a pile of bleached white bones
From Letras Mania