Someone once asked me how death would feel
I answered quickly with "nothing"
Perplexed he retorts, "Why do you say that?"
I've been there, sir, what do you expect from me?
The body dies yet memories live on
do you think upon death you'll walk among the clouds?
Glistened in the promised golden light?
Sorry to let you down but you are erased with your passing
Figuratively your body is in a better place
Only feeding the earth to perpetuate true life
Please, do not get me wrong, memories live on
You will always be in the hearts of those you've touched
In the end you are no more than a memory