Getting past the wall of death

Between life and death is a "huge wall" (that's the way i see it)

and as i think of death, i often wonder what's beyond that "wall"

I feel like i'm standing in front of it and i can't climb it no matter how hard i try...

beyond that wall is the person who i long to see...again

to see if he' alright

to hug him for one last time

and to say "i'm sorry for not being there"

DEATH - the end of life

is it really the end? or just a continuation?

Will it give happiness or sorrow?

Will it really bring peace?

If only i can have a glimpse

If only there's a window or a small door within that wall

If only i can see it with my own eyes

Beyond that wall is a paradise...that's what they say

If it is indeed a paradise

then i must not be afraid getting past the wall of death...

To my friend...from the other side of this wall...

are you okay?

are you happy?

are you in peace?

do you still hear my voice?

will you be waiting for me?

I know we'll see each other again...someday







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