Walking around the live souls, watching over the ones that you used to love,
Your life in a hand that doesn’t exists,
You’re in other people’s memories that have not crossed over to the other side,
Speak your feelings but no one hears your say in how you feel,
The afterlife is deadly in souls that don’t believe,
The haunting of the others comes back harsh or angelic,
As a living human you feel the presence of the other loved ones that
have crossed over to the other side,
As the ones you knew, they’re screaming bloody murder or floating on a
cloud watching over you,
It’s your chose of how you live your Afterlife.