O, Where Will I Wake Up

where will I wake up in the morning on the day I don’t wake up will I green the summer pasture seen in bloom of wildness or sky the flight of soaring high and leap from clouds above or maybe somewhere warmer where I flame the fires burn and sit among the groan and cry in some hell or hellish furn’ or maybe I will loop around and wake up at my birth o, where will I wake up in the morning on the day I don’t wake up reaching out eternally but always on god’s earth