The doors of life close,
And the doors of unknown open,
For no one but the dead truly know,
What happens when Death's hand takes hold.
What other worlds do the lifeless eyes see?
Do those faded gray orbs see at all?
And what lonely path is tread upon,
By the dead's light feet?
And why do the living fear their own death?
Often they say they wish to live forever.
But then the question is raised,
Could one stand to live that long?
And the doors of unknown open,
For no one but the dead truly know,
What happens when Death's hand takes hold.
What other worlds do the lifeless eyes see?
Do those faded gray orbs see at all?
And what lonely path is tread upon,
By the dead's light feet?
And why do the living fear their own death?
Often they say they wish to live forever.
But then the question is raised,
Could one stand to live that long?
