Left,Right,Wrong

There's no place to turn,
to hide from the truth.
We are all hanging on by a thread,
that ends in a noose.

Left turns to right,
 right turns to wrong.
Brown turns to grey,
and then grey turns to gone
.
Sounds turn to music,
 music into song.
Hello meets good bye,
good bye means you're gone.

There's no way to understand.
There's no one to ask.
There's no happier a man,
than the one who has passed.