Do not pity the passed pity the living instead,
For we are still in pain, when others are simply dead,
Drifted off as almost a dream at night,
Slowly leaving the world of pain and spite,
Into a hole new kingdom of white and gold,
Where some only say you can never grow old,
How are we to know when I time has come?
To leave the life and onto the next one,
Hope is the only thing in which is stronger then fear,
And only when laughing shall we shed a tear,
Like floating in water,
Peaceful and calm,
Like admiring your daughter,
As you hold her ...