I can not explain why, my child,
That such things must be so.
We simply give belief to beings greater than ourselves,
And send them above, or far below.
After having shed their mortal bindings,
What do you suppose they will do?
Will creation take once again its reins
To begin life for them anew?
Corrupted by no emotion, entranced through no decree,
The spirits of our ancestors roam unbound -
In the mystery we\'ve named \"Eternity\".
We depart these tiny hopes with conviction that they will follow.
Reminding us all that there is virtue in seeing tomorrow.
Shed tears, and hold firm that blissful wish.
Because the future, you see, is not something to be transfixed.
These words are not meant for consolation.
They are meant to sculpt a path -
So to make a choice now you must endeavor,
For you hold their wills within your grasp.
Set aflame that little light, dear child,
Unto the stars it shall be freed.
From moral faith - strength of heart;
And give rise to a subtle dream.