As our bodies die
Our spirits are slowly released.
When death comes our spirits are finally free
From the prison that holds them.
Death is painful, yes.
But only for a moment.
When the pain is over its pure bliss.
Our loved ones may not see or know that we aren’t in pain,
Because they’ll be to busy mourning the loss of someone they love
But us spirits know that it’s our love that will live on forever in their hearts
That the good we did while we were alive may be forgotten by the world,
But not forgotten by our family
Everything dies eventually
But not our love.
Our love is eternally printed in their hearts.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem