Who do we call on when we die
Let it be the ones and the life we loved
And if then we ask a question
Let it be only am I loved and did I love

Loss is everywhere and when it’s ours
Let it be that the overwhelming beauty of life brought us to love more
So that the cold empty bed is filled not with regret
But with the good sadness of love and memory

While we have them sounds and sights are ours
The screams and laughs flow through us
The good and the bad are ours to love
And the realness of life is in our mind

Happiness comes not from what we see
And hear and feel
And smell and taste and think
But how we meet them all

In the deepest well of our hearts
Where meaning is born

Let life overwhelm us
Without panic