I remember talking to you about death
You told me that when we die, we go to heaven
But not really us, just what\'s left
Our spirits, are what transcend
I had so many questions. What\'s a spirit?
Do they look like us?
Do they wear our clothes?
Do they talk like us?
You said, simply, \"No one knows\"
I remember thinking it was odd
Hearing you say those words
Because you knew it all
How could you have something to learn
How comforting it is to know
That you\'ve solved the mystery
I hope heaven put on a show
When you arrived in history