"Look mummy, there's an aeroplane up in the sky"
Did you see the frightened ones?
Did you hear the falling bombs?
Did you ever wonder why we had to run for shelter when the
promise of a brave new world unfurled beneath a clear blue

Did you see the frightened ones?
Did you hear the falling bombs?
The flames are all gone, but the pain lingers on.

Goodbye, blue sky
Goodbye, blue sky.

- Pink Floyd, Goodbye Blue Sky
Death is unavoidable. Unmerciful, unwished and always impossible to cope.

It's the final blow to the sick, weary and tired. The signal you cannot ever win over time, and wish your dearest stay with you forever.

Death takes our wisest and first friends, our grandfathers and grandmothers, the first ones we revere, even when we don't know how much we will miss them in the future.

I've lost my grandparents many years ago. And now, seeing my girlfriend's grandfather going away from us, I can finally feel how much I miss mine. Her first friend is gone. He is now resting, peacefully dreaming in places where all of us will go someday.

They're friends we will never forget, they will always live inside our hearts and we will always remember them as our first friends, the first grown-ups that made us laugh, that treated us kindly and loved us, even when we were wrong.
On The Turning Away - Pink Floyd

"On the turning away
From the pale and downtrodden
And the words they say
Which we won't understand
"Don't accept that what's happening
Is just a case of others' suffering
Or you'll find that you're joining in
The turning away"

It's a sin that somehow
Light is changing to shadow
And casting it's shroud
Over all we have known
Unaware how the ranks have grown
Driven on by a heart of stone
We could find that we're all alone
In the dream of the proud

On the wings of the night
As the daytime is stirring
Where the speechless unite
In a silent accord
Using words you will find are strange
And mesmerized as they light the flame
Feel the new wind of change
On the wings of the night

No more turning away
From the weak and the weary
No more turning away
From the coldness inside
Just a world that we all must share
It's not enough just to stand and stare
Is it only a dream that there'll be
No more turning away?"