Who Are We

What dreams come when we shuffle off this mortal coil?
What images haunt our mind while we lie beneath earth’s soil?
Is it a heaven that our soul will dwell,
or would it be a hotter place for us like Hell?
To Dream perchance to live and thrive,
but what happens to our soul when we are not alive?
Do we really walk in the darkness or see the light,
for if and when we do die, do we feel God’s own might?
Questions like these have been around since man has ever took time to think,
and as we learned to put Idea to word we scribe them on ink.
Preachers say trust in the lord above and others have idols to pray on,
but everyone has an opinion it’s as endless as the dawn.
I have watched others live and die before my eyes,
and I seen what words they carry to make me wise.
Still none have given me faith or hope to trust in what I can’t see,
so I say when we do die our spirit is set free.
To another time and another place so that we shall learn,
and in the vast knowledge help all who are in concern.
I doubt the fight is to cheat death for one grasp of life on this land,
no I feel it is to have hope and help others take a stand.
To give is the greatest gift of all,
and we should embrace this even if it means our fall.
Our bodies are just a shell in this land we live day to day,
and we have a choice of being hunter or prey.
When it all comes to past we all will find an end,
it’s the way you lived that will tell who you are my friend.

Written By
Robert Lee Niswander
Copyright 2004