Afterlife Awakening

The ceiling here

is made of quiet glass

No floor below

to catch me as I pass (ahhh)

There is no gravity,

no weight of pain

Only the quiet washing like a silver rain

I'm stepping through the door

I don't belong to

earth anymore

My shadow stayed behind upon the bed

No memories of heavy words we said (hummmm)

No more heavy breath...

My first night after death...