Guessing Game

Death is but life and life is death, I wonder, Where does the spirit go when it's released? Many beliefs have a different thought, The body is just breathing that has ceased. We wonder how many years we have left, We live them like there is no tomorrow, We dance in sunshine and run from thunder, Death is but life and life is death, I wonder. Everyone has their own personal sins, Hiding in a closet they built of fear, All have free will to have them unleashed, Where does this spirit go when it's released? So many religions do not agree, The true path to God is forever sought, I choose to chase spirituality, Many beliefs have a different thought. We all have struggles way down deep inside, With cracks and holes and roads that have now creased, Believer, atheist, agnostic, all. The body is just breathing that has ceased. All you've done is done, no reason to cry, There is much more as far as I can see, Did you once try to help humanity? Is this your blown up personality? Death is but life.