Death is not the end.
Death can never be the end.
Death is the road.
Life is the traveller.
The soul is the guide.
The body has death, but not the soul.
The body sleeps, the soul flies.
The soul-stirring words on death and the soul in this chapter of the Gita, let us recollect.
"Even as man discards old clothes for the new ones, so the dweller in the body, the soul,
leaving aside the worn-out bodies, enters into new bodies.
The soul migrates from body to body.
Weapons cannot cleave it, nor 불, 화재 consume it, nor water drench it, nor wind dry it.
This is the soul and this is what is meant 의해 the existence of the soul.
Death can never be the end.
Death is the road.
Life is the traveller.
The soul is the guide.
The body has death, but not the soul.
The body sleeps, the soul flies.
The soul-stirring words on death and the soul in this chapter of the Gita, let us recollect.
"Even as man discards old clothes for the new ones, so the dweller in the body, the soul,
leaving aside the worn-out bodies, enters into new bodies.
The soul migrates from body to body.
Weapons cannot cleave it, nor 불, 화재 consume it, nor water drench it, nor wind dry it.
This is the soul and this is what is meant 의해 the existence of the soul.
Everyday around quarter past three,
당신 burst into the bathroom searching for me,
I get hidden 의해 your mother while 당신 are away,
hidden, unused for most of the day,
I feel your anger as your hand grips me tight,
I'm the one & only thing that helps 당신 sleep at night,
I live to put scars upon your wrist,
I leave my mark I'm proud of this,
I watch as the beautiful red blood pattern drips,
and runs off the ends of your fingertips,
what possesses humans to act like this,
to scream, cry & cut their wrists,
but for now my job is clear
the reason that I was brought here
to relieve the pain
to sit 의해 the window and watch the rain,
up until around quarter past three
when 당신 burst into the bathroom searching for me...
당신 burst into the bathroom searching for me,
I get hidden 의해 your mother while 당신 are away,
hidden, unused for most of the day,
I feel your anger as your hand grips me tight,
I'm the one & only thing that helps 당신 sleep at night,
I live to put scars upon your wrist,
I leave my mark I'm proud of this,
I watch as the beautiful red blood pattern drips,
and runs off the ends of your fingertips,
what possesses humans to act like this,
to scream, cry & cut their wrists,
but for now my job is clear
the reason that I was brought here
to relieve the pain
to sit 의해 the window and watch the rain,
up until around quarter past three
when 당신 burst into the bathroom searching for me...
I once had a cute best friend,
He promised to be with me till the end.
He promised to wipe my tears anytime,
He promised to make me happy every time.
He left me with incurable pain,
All my care and trust was in vain,
I was left alone with tears,
But he enjoyed his life with bear!
He don’t need me anymore he say,
I am nothing but part of his way,
I kept crying for him 일 and night,
Keep waiting for him just for one sight!
He is happy and doesn’t care for me,
He broke my 심장 for a matter of fun.
Now am wearing smile always on my face,
Hiding my pain for everyone i face!
He is gone very far away,
But I miss him everyday always
But as the life has to go on,
So I keep on smiling on and on… on and on!
He promised to be with me till the end.
He promised to wipe my tears anytime,
He promised to make me happy every time.
He left me with incurable pain,
All my care and trust was in vain,
I was left alone with tears,
But he enjoyed his life with bear!
He don’t need me anymore he say,
I am nothing but part of his way,
I kept crying for him 일 and night,
Keep waiting for him just for one sight!
He is happy and doesn’t care for me,
He broke my 심장 for a matter of fun.
Now am wearing smile always on my face,
Hiding my pain for everyone i face!
He is gone very far away,
But I miss him everyday always
But as the life has to go on,
So I keep on smiling on and on… on and on!
