When we are gone, where do we go?
Does our souls find a new place to call their homes?
Are we a mass waiting for light?
Or is there a God waiting,
with open arms to say, “I have loved you all along.”
Is there a Hell, with fire and brimstone?
Is there a Heaven, with love galore?
When we are gone, are we still here?
Do we haunt those we love, or our past fears?
Will we find an eternal resting place?
Will we become that which we hate?
When we are gone, are we simply gone?
Nothing but a memory left, to chase the dawn?
When we are gone, where do we go?