My Song Shall Not Stop

My song shall not stop; Even though my time is up, And the mike is off And I'm removed from the stage to the off stage. An itinerant singer: Even though my trip and toils cease; And I'm left with no blank sheet And my pen stops to flow ink, My songs shall not stop; I shall continue to sing. A man doesn't die; Though the tent is deserted; Residential bird escapes to the firmaments; Dust returns to dust and feed the worms. But I shall yet live again For in mortality dwells immortality. I'm a writer, I shall not die. I'm a God's son, I shall not die. At night, the sun shall go to rest; Darkness from the face of heavens shall fall; But then, the glory of the moon and stars shall rise. If unable to live as long as time and season I shall yet, in this work, continue to live Shall continue to write In the blank sheets of your heart. Shall continue to sing melodies To the ready ears of your inner child. Shall continue to paint your mental skies With the colour of rainbow. A life there is after death. At brink of the earth's extinction, In the other side of the blue sea, Beyond the stretch of the horizon beyond; Where the sky and the blue sea blend- Life continues to be.