Walking down the street today
I looked up at the sky
Questions filled my mortal mind
The toughest one was 'Why'
Why does death come steal away
the ones we love the most
and rob us of our spirit
when we want to hold them close?
Why do we feel so helpless
like there's nothing we can do
but sit around and pray and hope
this ending isn't true?
Why does grief take hold of us
and leave us with a frown?
Why can't we force a smile out
instead of feeling down?
Then, I took a second look;
A bird was soaring high:
The flesh returns to Mother Earth,
but the Spirit never dies.