Cradle To the Grave

Once I walked without any strain, Each step now is made in pain. My spirit still strong and free, I feel it stirring in back of me. Turning my head, I see its smiles... Ushering me to walk those miles. The journey almost made, the destination I seek, Even though I am now frail and weak. Moving in shadows of black and white, Teetering on the precipice of forever night. My past coloured in rainbows hues, Brilliant shades of rose and blue. Yet as I near my journeys end. I yearn for it all to begin again. I hear your voice whisper in my ear... For you dear spirit, express no fear. Fear is not felt, by the young and the brave, For they can not fathom, death and the grave. I'm left wondering, if when I am finally gone, Will my wonderful brave spirit, really live on?