When we die, we don't feel a thing, we don't suffer,
We gracefully move on.
Conscious and everlasting,
In our eyes we just took our last slumber.
Then at dawn's rise,
We awake as someone new,
We don't know, what it is,
It is,  
Just what we do.
We all could be dead,
That means,
You...you...and you,
We all could be dead,
Me too.