The Light

at the end of life's tunnel

 

Do you ever wonder about the poor souls caught between space and time?

Those that know they are dead, I think they are afraid to go and be one with the light

I would imagine the corridors they walk are as silent as a mime

Earth bound spirits, to physical life seems to this they wish to hold on to this very tight.

 

We all wonder about the unknown, what will happen to us after we take our last breath

Do we just linger as from oblivion, we watch out loved ones live and like the spirits, they too die

Stuck in a place where they can watch others and when they go, they join us in death

No one ever has time to question who, what or why.

 

The spirits on the other side do they watch us from some sort of distorted view?

Them always searching for a way to breach their dimension, to reach a loved one, that still lives on this side?

The side of the living, some that have died, don't know this, to this they haven't got a clue

They so long to touch us, not knowing death has been their bride.

 

Those that die a traumatic death, their spirits forever destined to roam the Earth?

These souls, roaming in there purgatory, until the end of days

Death unfortunately very much a part of life, destined, inevitable, a person is marked for this from their first breath, from their birth

Always lingering within the shadows, patiently waiting for the right time to come out and play.

 

A residual haunting they don't even realize that we existed, doing the same thing over and over, could it be this is their hell

They can't interact with us like an intelligent haunting, they can talk to us, contact and connect with us, most of the time these spirits are they asking for help, to us is there something they wish to tell?

Some of them need the help of the living, to make it to the light, where all spirits belong and dwell

They reach out to us, wanting our help to go to the light, these spirits to us what they want to us they have the ability to tell.

 

If we are very quiet and if the spirits wish, listen closely and them you will be able to hear

Caught between time and space, between heaven and hell, to get to where they belong, I believe they desperately fight

We should not be afraid of them, them we should not ever fear

All they want is to go home, they lost their way on their way to become one with the light.