You died and what is left is bunch of ashes
The question has been asked; and where is soul?
It maybe has been risen to the heaven
And maybe it is gone to Paradise.
We probably will never find the answer
The question asked is not the proper one
And why we want to know, I don’t know
But still we want to know, never mind
But you will loose the goal, when you know
And life will loose the main and only force
And like a toy, which child was playing roughly
It will be broken, it will loose the joy
But how can I question it correctly?
The way I ask, that will not spoil my life.
When time is right, you will be given knowledge
You have to live, enjoy, You’re still alive
You have to live, enjoy that you are healthy
That somebody's still looking after you
That you are well and searching for the Mighty
And everything you want will come in proper time.
You died...
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