Conductor 71

Some are pleased to see me

While others try to run away

Love and hate are all the same, to me

Know you not, what is my name

Live your lives as best as you can

For there will be an end, for everyone

That is sure as night follows the day

Your choice then or not to pray, or not to pray

Do you take, or do you give

For it matters not to me, what you do, or even think

You're welcome to your thoughts, my friends

Is your life so full of love, or hatred, spreading fast

If you are suicidal, I will not be judging you, or your past

Whether you are very poor, or extremely rich

I do not care one jot, one jot

Money means nothing to me

Neither do I care if you're much loved, or if you're all alone

I will treat you all the same, and don't dare to attempt a clone

I cannot be bullied. I can't be bribed

And it's unwise to try to deceive me

Some of you will search me out, and that I find so sad.

Were your lives that empty or just so unbearably bad?

I will find you. I'll know where you'll be

If you are ready or if you're not, I'll be there

The truth is that one day all will end

One day, unexpected, an unexpected day

You say tomorrow is another day

Yet not all of you will be there

Some will be old, whilst others, young

Never more to love, and play

One fine day I will greet you

Or possibly in the rain

And you will not at first, believe me

You're nearly all the same

My name, why can't you guess

Why, can't you guess