My Last Party

Go figure, My very last party, And no one knows I'm here, And they're all talking about me, Seems they really care... If only I could get over to that chair... They might recognize me, That I'm really there I mean, I'm dressed in my finest clothes, My skin and hair are perfect There's lots I'd like to share What it's like to die, And yet I am still there, The tranquility that I've never before felt The Oneness with God, who welcomes me to his kingdom, Explaining wordlessly, why my cards were so dealt