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Where do we go when we die,
Will our pathway be any clearer?
Will our spirits rise so high,
To the one who loves us dearer?
Our sheilded hide the hate cant dent,
As we try to clear the way.
For those who are truly heaven sent,
Will see a brighter day.
Or will our pasts keep us down,
Will we be accountable for what we took?
Will we get to wear a crown,
Or wish we had taken a better look?
Now is the time to open our eyes,
Not when our spirit heads for the skies.