We merely cease to be alive

We don’t die,  we merely  cease to be alive
Though the body looks the same to  strangers
From this truth, all other  thoughts must be  derived

Though the anguish in our  bosoms ever writhes
All the  sacraments of death  and law arranged
We don’t die,  we merely  cease to be alive

To hide these  blatant truths, society connives.
We weep and moan and we are called deranged
From this truth, all other  thoughts must be  derived

The loss is like a stabbing  with some fearsome knives
Though we sensed the presence of the  angels.
We don’t die,  we merely  cease to be alive

God has turn asunder  gentle man and wife
Some say, you start  another newer page
From this truth, all other  thoughts must be  derived

We don’t die,  we merely  cease to be alive.
From this truth, all other  thoughts must be  derived