I awake..  For the moment its dark..  Then the light comes..  Slowly this place makes itself real to me..  And if I am seeing what I am seeing I know that I have finally let go..  It felt alot like the spring.  A beautiful comfort in the air kept me warm and cool all at once..  I begin to walk and notice the flowers..  How they are there to simply look beautiful..  I let go some more and am able to smell the atomoshere.. Its as if the rain just finished kissing the earth..   Then my memories flood on in!  My eyes water at the sight of her! She is here..  I tell her I love you so so much!! At this point I am lost to this amazing technology! Not able to tell what is real anymore they break my link.. I am lucid once again! My eyes still filled with tears..  You see I am a product line tester.  This new tech and invention is called Soul-Cell..  And I was its first user..  By God! Tears still ran down my face..  What you people have made is simply heavenly..  And I have one question.. Did I just visit heaven?

The frail old men in their outworn coats
Held tight to the rail and stepped into their boats,
They took their seat and unhooked the rope
And drifted off on a sea of hope.
One by one they came and went
Their time on earth completely spent
They floated over dreams of youth
And lessons learned with painful truth.
Long ago love and folk forgotten
Hurt and loss from wars begotten
Failures bared and guilts unhidden
Of dark delights and treats forbidden.
Until the calm accepted dawn
Of what once was since man was born
Their little boats now bound for shore
To where the rail stands once more.
And from the boats their souls arise
And float up slowly to the skies
Where each and every one deemed worthy
Has completed life's long journey.

Howl at the moon, lone wolf.
For your anger fuels your cry.
Left to roam, but without a home.
Your voice echoes to the sky.

Howl at the moon, lone wolf.
For you have left the pack.
Prideful and strong, you refuse to follow.
And for you there's no turning back.

Howl at the moon, lone wolf.
For the forest will spread fear.
Late at night, with no hope in sight.
Your call will catch their ear.

Howl at the moon, lone wolf.
The blood flows through your core.
The flesh of your enemy torn to shreds,
Leaves you only wanting more.

So howl at the moon, my dear lone wolf.
For it's they only way you know.
You'll cry to the unforgiving sky.
And never find where to go.

A free bird leaps on the back
Of the wind and floats downstream
Till the current ends and dips his wing
In the orange suns rays
And dares to claim the sky.

But a BIRD that stalks down his narrow cage
Can seldom see through his bars of rage
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
Of things unknown but longed for still
And his tune is heard on the distant hill for
The caged bird sings of freedom.

The free bird thinks of another breeze
And the trade winds soft through
The sighing trees
And the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright
Lawn and he names the sky his own.

But a caged BIRD stands on the grave of dreams
His shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with
A fearful trill of things unknown
But longed for still and his
Tune is heard on the distant hill
For the caged bird sings of freedom.

Like the night I am alone, surrounded
By nothing but by much, I am
Like a star in the sky surrounded
By many but never more alone.
  
I am surrounded by everything,
Some times to close for comfort,
I wish for the peace of loneliness
For I am alone in myself.
  
Can I survive the noise that
Is the quiet myself, my thoughts
To loud I just wish for peace I
Am surrounded by much but
Never more alone.