To Die is to Live
To Die is To Live
To die is to live in a life more complete
Where sorrow and joy in eternity meet
It's not just the, but a sacred release,
A journey to stillness, a moment of peace.
To die is to rise from the weight of the clay,
To step out of time and be swept far away.
The chains of the body, the cage of the skin-
Are broken like dawn breaking softly within.
To die is to bloom in a garden unseen,
Where souls wear no armor, and hearts are kept clean.
The pain that we carried, the love that we gave,
All echo like songs from beyond the grave.
To die is to live in the hearts we have known,
In stories retold when we are long overthrown
A shadow, a smile, a voice in the breeze-
A soul still alive in the rustle of trees.
To die is to sleep in the arms of the stars,
To travel through galaxies, shedding old scars.
No endings exist, just new forms to give-
For only the dead know how truly to live.
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