Goodbye cruel world
You were never kind to me
I leave you with my soul
And this voice that rang out
Whispering you prayers from a dream

But where do we go when we die?
Where will I be?
In a nightmare or a dream?
Perhaps my soul will leave me
Once I hang upon that tree
And drift with the wind
And the birds and the clouds

Perhaps my soul will become the wind
That sails ships to new horizons
Perhaps it will blow a love letter
From a secret admirer
To the object of their desires

Or perhaps my soul
Will be the wind
That ruffles your hair
On a cold winter day
Or the wind that you feel
As you zip down a hill on a bike
Propelling you forward with the force of an army

Which is why you must not cry my dear
When I hang myself upon that tree
For I've been dead a long time
My body merely a vessel that I must leave
And my soul the passengers that go to new places
For death is not the end

It is only the beginning.