Immortal
Our Soul
by Bud Lemire on April 9,
2006
Someone once
asked me, why do people pass
Just think if
they didn't, there would be quite a mass
You think
it's bad now, think of it everyday
People would
be getting in each others way
I can give my
own answer of why
That we as
people, all have to die
Mortal are
the bodies, while we are here
Aging and
changing, so we can see clear
We come
alive, our Earthly life anew
To let our
spirits, guide us through
A school of
knowledge, completed at the end
Our souls in
a class, we all must attend
Immortals our
souls, we learn through limited time
What it means
to be mortal, redefining divine
Many come
into their bodies, with their memories erased
Searching for
the where, their soul was placed
Only parts of
the truth will be felt and be known
Until you
search deeper, until it's your life you own
It'll be
revealed, in the course of events
And when you
have passed, it'll all make sense
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