the dead can't hear it
the soul has flown
no chance to see the next dawn
a life lived well with spirit
now gone
but we should smile
and remember
what we had
not cry for
what we can no longer have
and in a while
we will join that soul
and never leave
what is born in flesh
never dies in spirit form
never dies or wears flesh
never to draw another painful breath
breathing only the highest air
of the highest heaven
surrounded by the souls aflight
reunited
at the festival of saints
in the end of time
