Gone

I do not believe there is life after death Taking into consideration my late brothers death From home, he was not very far When his life was taken, poof, by a car So if he sits upon a cloud Then I say this, I say it loud As much as he knew his mother's love Then he would contact, from up above For just one sign for his mother's relief He would have sent, that is my belief The death of her son was the death of her soul She very quickly spiralled into a dark hole Very soon she passed away Perhaps in some kind of way She left the whole to be with one Some one she loved, someone, her son There has never been evidence of contact from the late They are gone forever and that is their fate One tiny word to say you were fine But saying and doing is a very fine line. JS5533 Spiritual