What happens when someone dies?
I say,
There is an island that meets the eyes,
And slowly float from life away,
Upon the banks the perished soul lies,
For now it is free and must find a way,
For eternity to survive,
For maybe the soul can die,


What happens when someone dies?,
I say,
They see endless white light,
And they see what's most precious,
It can be a sight,
To the eyes gracious,
It removes the fright,
It may be deceiving,
From the pain,
Of dying.


What happens when someone dies?,
I say,
A person hears his worst lies,
Has to suffer the guilt,
Of the pain inflicted on many lives,
It is endless suffering,
For those who ignores the forbiddence of sinning,
They suffer for all eternity,


What happens when someone dies?
I say,
They are set free from the shackles and tortures of life,
And that is the ultimate freedom,
For one to desire.

Here i am standing,
Feeling the cool air on my face,
The waves below swaying,
The edge of the bridge never looked grace,
Far below the water dancing,
My heart increased pace,
I could feel blood flowing,
It seemed like the perfect place,
Just one little step and I will be sinking,
Below the surface,
My mind is leaving,
From my body,
I can picture every detail slowly,
The smell of the sea,
The rust on the steel,
Every sense I feel,
One step,
And I will be free,
Then somebody spoke,
Sentence with words of three,
"I love thee",
I never knew who said that,
A man,
Or a kid,
Or a woman,
Thin or fat,
Black or white,
Somebody cared,
One person wanted me alive,
One person had hope,
And those three words,
Changed my life,
I cried and cried,
That night with a smile I slept,
Glad I didn't take that one step.

At two in the morning,
Heavily raining,
On my window someone is taping,
I open the window,
And I feel a chilly wind blow,
I feel someone's cold fingers
On my brow,
And feel it roll down,
There is silence,
The sound of rain in the distance,
And the scent of rain,
The it's darkness,
But it is calming,
A moment I get to witness,
A moment I'm living,
I never understood why,
People don't like rain,
It not that they are dry,
The rain is beautiful,
The sound,
The smell,
The water hitting the ground,
A story to tell,
Under the rain,
To wash away the pain,
It is life,
It is rain.

Sitting in an open cargo carriage,
Feet dangling off the edge,
With you by my side,
The world sailing passing by,
Look into the distance,
Into the green mountain side,
Cranking of the train pistons,
Just with you by my side,
Spark of love in your eye,
Living the best life,
Carefree and wild,
The wind against my skin,
The silence within,
The warmth of the sunlight,
Infront the world will glide,
Nothing is more precious,
Than you being by my side.

Some days I cannot write,
My words do not rhyme,
No words in my mind,
And it is scary,
For I want someone to read my story,
I want to express my deepest emotions,
I can write freely,
Writing is all I have left,
It is my heart,
My soul,
On me it takes a toll,
But who cares,
I just want to write my story,
Atleast something,
That keeps me happy.