I believe in the afterlife.
We walk the ancient pathways of the sky
through Heaven’s hallowed halls,
cross the epochs and the eons carved in time.
Our drift through life is mist,
a smoke filled mirror gone,
returned to dust.
There's a chill in the air tonight
as what once was has passed on through and gone.
Enduring anthems crossing time and crossing miles,
charismatic countenance upon a distant fading smile.
I walked for hours and I never felt the rain,
and through your window just your shadow will remain.
Only your shadow remains.
Ashes to ashes they say, then dust to dust,
and what was unbroken divides,
and the answer to this mortality walking on by.
The circle remains here my friend,
we guard it with trust,
and cast what remains to the sea.
In our wailing we will suffer,
no last goodbye.
The empty days go by,
fending off the slow decline of fall.
Raise your head up high
and let the sorrow sing into your soul.
Oh, I'm never gonna be the same,
echoes of this ghost song fade away.
Enduring anthems crossing time and crossing miles,
sail on forever, sail unto your rest from trials.
Sing songs of wisdom, sing that chilling last refrain,
and through your window just your shadow will remain.
Only your shadow remains.
You chart your life into
a tidy little graph
of where you've been,
all you've seen.
But then there suddenly comes
a day you reach the end,
but only to the life you knew.
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