life is just a stepping stone, unto worlds we cant detect
the pain, the joy, the love we leave
and the monsters breathing down our neck

in hopes and song, our life lives on
leaves falling in september
the things endured,
whilst here on earth
are blessings into forever

eternity ,,,,a ripple like
a stream that wont stay calm
your voice and joy
a major loss
between the ripples
in the pond

when life is hard
its destiny
that carries us to glory
but your voice is just the whistling tune
that echoes forth your story,,,
its not idling standing by
while your song turns weak and shrill
its fighting back
retaking that
which has been stolen, ****** and killed