Poetry, We Die Alone.

Life of sorrow, life of pain,
My life it ended in the rain,
No matter what its all the same,
We die alone.

No matter what time nor what place,
No matter what color or the race,
Even if you have god's kind grace,
We die alone.

Surrounded by family, blood and kin,
Cared for by doctors, nurses, or friends,
Forgiven by clergy for all your sins,
We die alone.


That final pass we take on our own,
The darkest road we've always known,
The final day our future's shown,
We die alone.

But nothing afterlife is certain,
No one knows whats behind the curtain,
No priest, no prophet, no prayer at matin,
Because we die alone.

I, for one, believe we come back,
That this life isn't over, no matter the track,
With fear, but eagerness I'll face the path,
When I die alone.

My soul is ready, but will I rise?
Is it light I face, or a dark surprise?
My soul shall sing this final reprise,
When I die alone.