They say when you die
you know nothing after
but this for me, is a lie
I will miss music radiating in my mind
I will miss the trees dancing in the wind
I will miss the whispers of fairy tales
I will miss the thought of true love
I will miss the laughter of children
and the sweet sounds of peace and beauty
my mind may cease to think
my heart may discontinue beating
but such things, so full of glory
I will always miss