Yours truly....
New member
Where do we go when we die?
Do we become another flock of the birds?
Roaming the earth invisibly
Maybe we fly afar to galaxies
For space is most of our homes
On earth saying we’re from mars
When we die, we shall dance with the stars
Define who we really are
Is our flesh melted from lava?
Our soul relaxing above
When we die, we shall sit with the doves
Being the mastermind behind true love
For we didn’t receive it on earth
No longer hurt
Dreams are now fulfilled
The feeling of our souls
Seem so pure
Death bringing positive effects
Released from the entrapment
Of feeling insecure
Wings on our backs
Flying in the sky
A pandemic feeling
Where do we go when we die?
Do we become another flock of the birds?
Roaming the earth invisibly
Maybe we fly afar to galaxies
For space is most of our homes
On earth saying we’re from mars
When we die, we shall dance with the stars
Define who we really are
Is our flesh melted from lava?
Our soul relaxing above
When we die, we shall sit with the doves
Being the mastermind behind true love
For we didn’t receive it on earth
No longer hurt
Dreams are now fulfilled
The feeling of our souls
Seem so pure
Death bringing positive effects
Released from the entrapment
Of feeling insecure
Wings on our backs
Flying in the sky
A pandemic feeling
Where do we go when we die?