Sometimes a spirit won't let go,
in spite of all the pain.
It wants another sunrise,
to feel, again, the rain.

But when at last, its time to go
with goodbyes said at last
return them to their mother's womb
at peace with their own past.

For so short is a lifetime's span,
from first word to last amen
We borrow breath to live as man-
expiring, pay it back again.