Philosophy on Death
Why do people have to die,
And then where do they go?
If they're only underground,
Why do we miss them so?
Many tell me there's a heaven,
Other's say they're reborn.
I don't care anyway;
I'd still feel forlorn.
They all say I'll be with him again,
as if that would ease the pain.
But until that day then,
Is there happiness I can regain?
When they're gone, do they leave,
Or do they stay around?
It seems like a long time will pass
Before my faith is found.
I really wish that he'd come back,
I'm tired of the tears
Come and gone for my grandfather,
Who stayed with me for nearly 12 years.
I can't know the answers to my questions
Till it's me with no more breath
But I will still try to find
My philosophy on death.
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