What lies next?
Yet one question stays
What lies next?
Is it death or is it life?
death
In the cusp of death
It will soon be upon me,
That I cannot deny.
But shall it be my doom,
A fate that I will submit to?
“I’m just going on ahead…”
She is only going on a little ahead
To find you the loveliest place;
There will be golden roses there
Abloom in an azure place;
Beneath the skies
She lived across the street,
The girl with the hazel eyes
She walked with her dainty feet
Under the morning skies.