There is laughter in the sky
And laughter in the ground
I did once love laughter
Now I hate the sound
What separates the extolled from the fallen?
Wings of white from blackened souls?
Are they so different?
Clouds of cream, bits of charcoal?
Must indecision be my burden?
Which life shall I lead?
As I gaze into a face of age
I cannot find a fate to read
They say the answer is within
Is it buried beneath the sorrow?
Golden gates or rivers of souls
Where shall I reside tomorrow?
Time is rushing like a broken dam
Skin is shriveling like a frozen flower
Each mirror I see is shattered
Is eternal destiny in my power?
Surrounded by tear-stained cheeks
And such heartfelt goodbyes
My eyes lock with the Hooded One
He says he brings my demise
I steal a look at bright white sheets
A glance at bright white light
I hear my kin wish me well
And then I lose the sight
When my soul takes in the ebony gates
And the Hooded One takes my hand
I finally find reprieve
A life in another’s command