Our actual presence here is mystery And do we really want to know Why we live, why we die ? Is it really worth it ?
I'm confronted to death all the time My work englobes taking care of pain But I can't manage mine And now, I'm the family of the dead.
What do say to someone who's now alone ? Where do we go after we're dead ? "Did he suffer, when he died ?" How do I know ? And why do we really want to know ? What if it's yes ?
What is life ? What's the purpose of living? Don't you wanna try, living a dead's life ? What does he see now, where did he go ? I just wish him to be in peace.
He died. That leaves me with a lots of questions. Sorry, the structure is messy, just as my mind right now.