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 son's 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.

                                Keith Garrett