He asked me what it means to die…   

He asked me what it means to die…

Why each and everyone has to bid goodbye

To be born and brought up
And then to finally leave…

Leave behind friends and family to grieve…

There is a higher self inside each one of us that drives us like a driver would a car

This never really dies…though the body goes no far

To learn the lessons of life and of living…

Of giving and of receiving…

Of joys and of sorrows…

Like a journey we all ought to undertake…

Worry not, my dear son, if it all makes no sense…

Always remember that in the world of the spirits, it never really ends…

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