Ever wonder where you go when you die?
Ever wondered what it feels like?
Does it feel like flying, or dancing?
Or learning to ride a new bike?
Is it scary, or is it fun?
Can you see and talk?
Is there a heaven, and a hell?
Can you run or walk?
And when you speak, does a sound come out
Or do you just mouth the words.
Do your ears work, just like now?
Can you hear the sound of birds?
Is the air pure, and fresh?
Does the water taste new?
In the mornings, does a nightingale sing?
Does the flower glisten with dew?
Are the spider webs carefully threaded,
For your own desire?
Can you watch the sun go down?
Are the stars up a little higher?
Does the sun touch your skin,
And darken your pale white face?
And when you sleep at night,
Are you enclosed in silk ad lace?
And does a God watch over you
And help you sleep at night?
Is a mother there to hold you close
And hold your hand tight.
Do you have a mate?
Who sits with you and smiles?
Can you run, along the road,
And see for many miles?
Is the dwelling of death a place
Quite similar to home?
Or is there no place at all
You just float around, alone.
And if there is a heaven
Please, put in a good word for me.
For you are softly fading now
Forever you must be...