The Writers' Circle

What is Death
Is there anyone that knows
Anyone who's been there
Come back to let you know

Someone might have seen the light
As they traveled right up to it
Returned and told the story
But then, they never made it through it

What lies on the other side
When we pass away, we're dead
Is there life, even after death
Perhaps, at least that's what is said

John Edwards talks to those that passed
The ones that made it through
As he re-unites the memories
Of the many, yet the few

Are the ones he talked to chosen
Is there heaven, Is there hell
No mention as to what it's like
And no one seems to tell

You think that question would be ask
At least, I'd like to know
What lies in store, upon my death
A choice to where I go


Are all he talks to, Christians?
Only those allowed, to speak
Or are there Sinners by their side
Combined, both strong and weak

No ones going to answer
No ones going to tell
I don't believe in heaven
And I don't believe in hell

I do believe it's just a step
Another part of time
When we die, our body goes
But we still retain our mind