As I lay on this Earth,
And look at this sky,
I wonder what it must
Be like to die.
I've never sat,
And thought of it before,
But what is it like,
When you're at that "golden door"?
Does it hurt to be dying?
Do you want to start crying?
Do you know you are going?
Are there signs for the showing?
Can you help it or fight it?
Can you wrong it or right it?
Is it possible to know,
When it's the right time to go?
Does your soul leave straight away?
or can it sit in there for days?
Are you sad, is this unfair?
Or are you happy, and unaware?
Do you really go to heaven or hell?
and do people there know you well?
Can you really become a ghost or spirit,
That scares whoever dares to get near it?
Can you watch all your loved ones like a TV?
Can you guide and protect them,
or just leave 'em be?
To many questions for even MY head,
I guess they'll be answered whenever i'm dead...