People get hit
People drown in their sake
Some people get attacked
And some go when not awake
No matter how you go
You are eventually gone
Whether you’re two or three
You always end your song
But where do we go when we disappear?
A valley of peace?
Somewhere else near?
A place where angles live and bear
Floating on a cloud with no despair
A place where the dark never comes
The light stays, it whispers and hums
Or somewhere else dangerous
Deep down below
Somewhere hot and cold
With nowhere else to go
The demons, they laugh
At the failures we’ve had
The make us do work
They make us feel sad
Or maybe we choose none of the above
Perhaps we go someplace
Like in a tub?
No one knows where we go when we die
We just hit the sake
And never come awake
Never come back...
But still we can hope they look down on us from above
Smiling at our lives
And flying like a dove
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