The final stage has come,
You can now be laid to rest whilst others morn,
Releasing the grasp to whom you once held;
Do you fly with the angels or do you fall?
As your existence fades,
Colours in your world disappear and others slowly fade.

Stand before God if you believe or be prepared to journey the unknown,
Fear the journey in which you take.
They say you dream when you die,
Maybe we dream forever of what we once had,
Now lost but as we fade our memories stay.

As you remind yourself that if Heaven does exist,
You will be united with your loved ones soon,
But until then you rest in peace,
As the stone engraves.