Even though you mourn the dead
You’re tortured in memory
Now that you’re dead your stuck in your own dreams
Your soul fighting for survival to regain the strength to bring you back
The mind so lost its in a creation of your life
A woman you devoted your passion to
Children you raised and loved all dead

Your wife now left with nothing
Only feeling like she is crazy because her painting remind her of her past life
She had it all- family and talent
The husband who was sweet, tender, and respected her
Women respond to that sort of thing
No one will believe that her husband is around her because who trust someone crazy with guilt?

I remember meeting an old woman during high school and she spoke to me about her life and how being the good wife, loyal, and beautiful brought her nothing but loneliness.  I looked at her with question. In the end I told her I was staying with the man who I didn’t love but will always be happy because it was her first love- would never leave.  

You’re dead or are you still alive?
What is dead?  When your heart stops, you stop hearing your thoughts
(Shake my head) that will never be the definition of death to me
Love is the way to make it
You’re now god
You place an image of the one you love in your mind and you are with them
The saying the light of a guardian angel is with you
It’s the person who is still attached to you by love

You can control what happens to you after “death”