You go around the Corners
It feels like a maze.
The Spirit rises, then sees the mourners
The clouds surround you,
and it feels ever so light.
It looks different, but feels so right.
You can’t help but to be happy. There is no darkness.
I see some people I once knew.
The memories of the past are few.
Now I’m home all there is is love,
"Oh" look at all the white doves.
For me, do not cry. For me, it’s not goodbye.