Who should argue
That time has stopped for the dead
For them, there is no tomorrow
No today, no yesterday
No time
Yet they live on in our world,
In our imaginations
In our dreams
In our hopes

Who should argue
That time never stops
We still live on with the dead
They're history to us
We learn about them as a factor of time
No real appreciation of what they once were
We simply progress
Repress
Abandon
Forget
But for the dead, there is no tomorrow
We can only mourn and remember until we can't
Or until we too, are part of the dead
Then we'll realize that
There is no tomorrow.