Shall I Call Him Death?I have been feeling the presence of my mystery guest,But, he eludes me;He doesn't come face to face!I can hear his footsteps,I can feel his warm breathBut I haven't seen him!Perhaps my soul knows himThey might have met ages before!They might have shared the secret of life!My mystery guest will appear before meHe will sooth my bleeding heartHe will guide me to freedom!