There’s a sacred claim that’s laid on every sprouting seed,

Every towering tree.

Unaffected by the words we say, or the greatness of our deeds.

And if we try, we can hear the cries of those we leave behind,

Shaking both fists in a desperate bid for answers from the sky.

When life has done,

The course is run,

And it’s time to move along,

Will you be bold, or will you fold?

Can you pick up and carry on?

You’re dead and gone. 

Some find it hard to summon strength,

To say goodbye to yesterday.

The sight of each familiar face,

 Twisted, tearful, in the wake

Of a mystery like this, will spare no heartbreak in the rift.

And will you feel the mournful pull of a world that’s calling you

Back to suffer, but back to hold 

All the souls you came to know,

Back to hunger, back to pain, 

Back to find your truth again?

When life has done,

The course is run, 

And it’s time to turn away,

Will you be bold, or will you fold?

Will your heart choose to remain

If you can’t stay?

You’re dead and gone.

You’re dead and gone.