DEATH IS NOT SO REAL
Maybe it’s a dream that we die, You’re still alive,
You live in a different home, left your house and moved.
I spoke to you on your birthday, now I hear nothing you say,
Are you a little here, can you hear what I say, are you in a different way?
Death is not so real, another way to feel, a land between here and there,
You are not of human flesh, changed into some heavenly consciousness.
Do you drift from here to there, are you anywhere or everywhere,
You are my mother, In this sons heart, It is that I have to set you free,
Death is not so real, I see you as you would always be, closer to me.